Sorrows Through the Sabbath

by Kyler Martin
“On the seventh day God finished his work that he had done, and he rested . . .”

Creation
Day of perfection wherein our Maker rested.
Goodness, glistening in Love’s pristine creation,
melody of the Son, beautiful in dancing life.
pulsing with His Spirit, the Father’s song
conceives the chords which glorify the theme.
Glories gather round our father and our mother,
in ecstasy embracing; Man, Imago Dei, innocent and mighty.
Freed by holy mandate to the exercise of love.
Praise pours from their infinite desire
for Thee, O blessed Trinity!
By boundless Joy the World is lifted into silence. Sabbath.

War
Rending, pride destroys the harmony of earth and heaven.
Rebelling, man falling into blind agony, dying, around him roaring
sin’s violent vortex carries screaming chaos down to hell
reeling time is torn by gasps of terror tortured moaning pall of darkness bitter cursing haunted wail of sorrow—
lonely souls keep hope’s despairing watch,
Love glows faintly in their pained and fearful faces.

Incarnation
Beneath the curse, Earth’s fading pulse is quickened:
darkness awakened by divinity,
Love surges through its bleeding soul:
willing Virgin pregnant with the Gospel.
Fearless in the face of evil, He calls His own.
Only Begotten, immortal Man, He comes to us in mercy.
Pressed by love into each tortured image we have formed.
Searching, filling with His grace our every need.
Faint beneath the beams of sin and death, he falls,
seeing, into the anguish of our suffering,
willing, forsaken, to our God-banished hell.
Pride and hate wring from the naked Word the final cry.
The rending Earth falls silent, sorrows through Sabbath.

“And God finished the work that He had done—”

But hell will not contain the God it holds.
The sinless Christ, by every horror broken,
rising will gather every fragment to immortal wholeness.
Evil’s shadow flees His flaming Incarnation
and whosoever will may come and find themselves in Him,
with Him to suffer and to die, sorrow through the Sabbath,
with Him may rise to joy eternal, love and dancing.


Dear readers, God planned Easter thousands of years before it happened, but for us, yesterday’s and today’s poems were unexpected—received and published the same day. We hope that we will receive submissions for an Easter poem that we can publish tomorrow. —the Curator staff


Kyler Martin seeks to learn the love of all beautiful things through total love for Christ.

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