good friday

There are probably worse deaths than yours,
God-made-flesh,
(ask any parent who watches their baby take
a last cancer-wracked breath).
But the salvation of your death comes
not from you hanging on a cross
bearing the weight of our sins,
but from us knowing now that you know
what it’s like to hang on a cross,
and from us knowing that you know
how the sins of the world can be harder, sharper, more painful
and hold us more tightly to a cross
than any nail.
And since you know that,
God-made-flesh,
since you felt the crush of the world folding in around you,
ripping the hope from your soul
so you screamed with the pain of it…
and yet one day you found breath again,
we can dare to believe that we will too.