I shared this Emily Dickinson poem for Good Friday in 2017, and here it is again.
To know just how He suffered — would be dear —
To know if any Human eyes were near
To whom He could entrust His wavering gaze —
Until it settle broad — on Paradise —
To know if He was patient — part content —
Was Dying as He thought — or different —
Was it a pleasant Day to die —
And did the Sunshine face his way —
What was His furthest mind — Of Home — or God —
Or what the Distant say —
At news that He ceased Human Nature
Such a Day —
And Wishes — Had He Any —
Just His Sigh — Accented —
Had been legible — to Me —
And was He Confident until
Ill fluttered out — in Everlasting Well —
And if He spoke — What name was Best —
What last
What One broke off with
At the Drowsiest —
Was He afraid — or tranquil —
Might He know
How Conscious Consciousness — could grow —
Till Love that was — and Love too best to be —
Meet — and the Junction be Eternity
Margaret has today's roundup, and today's line for the Progressive Poem, here. Thanks, Margaret!
4 comments:
Ruth, this poem by Emily is such a rich one to ponder this Good Friday. I see the clock struck 12 ten minutes ago. My family spent the time of Christ's crucifixion in quiet. I am filled with the spirit of this poem. Thank you for this gift. Have a wonderful Easter.
I have not read this poem before so thank you for sharing it. That last stanza is what is pulling me in, especially how the loves meet at the junction of eternity.
I remember your earlier sharing and Emily gives us the hope again. Happy Easter, Ruth!
Thank you, Ruth. Another wonderful consideration of the humanity of Jesus.
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