Tuesday, March 28, 2023

"It Pleased the Lord to Crush Him"


Until Resurrection Day

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When I applied stinging iodine

to the tender knees of my children

or a corrective spank

or a hug to assuage a broken heart

I remember that

their wounds, hurts

even the chastisements

probably wounded me more than them –

Why, I would've become a she-lion

poised to pounce and mangle

bruisers of my own –

yet the very God I know as Love

was pleased to crush

was delighted to bruise[2]

His Very Own


So, I shudder, convinced

God's ways are infinitely higher

than my finite mind can grasp –

for God stayed His almighty hand

held His almighty tongue

waited it out in His Heaven

pleased, even delighted

to give His Only Son

innocent, docile as a lamb

to be mocked, bruised, spat upon

crowned with thorn branches

stripped and nailed naked to a tree –


yes, pleased and delighted was He

as the Most Precious Blood

of His Only Son

rained like rubies

upon the ground


Pleased and delighted am I

that the God Who so loves

crushed and bruised

His Very Own

for me


Maude Carolan

[1] Isaiah 53:10 "New American Standard Bible"

[2] Isaiah 53:10, "Young's Literal Translation of the Holy Bible"

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Monday, March 27, 2023

"Pilate's Irony"


Until Resurrection Day

Pontius Pilatus Inscription



During my first pilgrimage to Israel

archeologist and guide, Micha Ashkenazi

took us to Caesarea to view a replica

of a piece of limestone

partially inscribed with the name Pontius Pilatus


Micha had been a member of the team

that unearthed the stone there

during a dig in 1961


It is the only evidence

of the historical existence

of the Roman governor

outside the New Testament

and writings of Josephus Flavius


Interesting, Pilate, who may have given

a modicum of credence to his wife’s warning

to have nothing to do with Jesus

did make an abysmal effort

to prevent the crucifixion

by setting Barabbas

before the riled multitude


When the crowd shouted to free Barabbas

and called for death to Jesus

their chants of


Crucify Him! Crucify Him!


drummed in his ears


Pilate asked for a basin of water

He washed his hands in front of them—

as if water could possibly cleanse him

of responsibility for what would happen next


The irony is that even now

thousands of years hence

contempt for this man is as clear

as his name etched in stone—


for wherever believers gather

and proclaim their creed




suffered under Pontius Pilate

was crucified, dead, and buried…


Pilate’s guilt is an indelible stain

that can never be

washed from our minds


Maude Carolan Pych

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Sunday, March 26, 2023

"The Giver and The Taker"


Until Resurrection Day

Today I have a brand new poem to share with you... 

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Jesus gave Judas Iscariot the opportunity

or should I say the privilege

of becoming one of His twelve apostles


gave him an important responsibility

of being the treasurer of their group

and keeper of the moneybag

even though it was no secret

Judas helped himself to some coins

from time to time


Jesus gave Judas example—

Personifying love, Jesus

ministered to His followers

taught the Beatitudes and how to pray

He raised the dead and fed the multitudes

before the apostle’s very eyes


At the same time, Satan was wooing Judas

cunningly whispering in his ear

planting seeds of deception

so when the chief priests and elders

offered thirty pieces of gleaming silver

for Judas to turn Jesus over to them

his avarice was satisfied


At the Passover meal

Jesus humbly washed the apostle’s feet

and gave him a dipped morsel of bread

from His very own hand


Judas took it all

and took Satan into himself, as well

Their diabolical worst was wrought


That evening, in the Garden of Gethsemane

following Jesus’ great travail

Judas appeared with a Roman cohort

He directed them to seize

the person he would approach and kiss


then he stepped forward

called Jesus, Rabbi

and with a kiss, betrayed Him


Oh! It certainly would’ve been better for Judas

had he not been born


Maude Carolan Pych

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Saturday, March 25, 2023

A Lamb to the Slaughter


Until Resurrection Day

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"He was led like a lamb to the slaughter,

and as a sheep before her shearers is silent,

so he did not open his mouth." Isaiah 53:7 N.I.V.


Father Bob drained the cup

and replaced the cover

on the brass pyx of Hosts.

Communion over

the two old friends

settled back

in their kitchen chairs


A natural storyteller

Leo began to reminisce

about Mr. Sattel

his neighbor in Roselle Park

in the 1940s –

the best bologna maker

at the pork store nearby


Eventually the neighbor

purchased some farmland

and moved to Penn's Grove

where he built a slaughterhouse

Leo spent time there

the summer between grammar

and high school


He had watched Mr. Sattel subdue

fat squealing hogs

and tenacious bulls

Saw him and his helpers

pull resisting livestock

by a rope fed through a nose ring

to another ring on the floor

where struggling animals

were systematically


one at a time


Mr. Sattel grew hardened

even provoked to anger

by the tugging and digging in of hooves

amid the ominous odor of blood

which roused the desperate instinct

against death –


The grueling labor of slaughter

left him no energy for grief


but his steel eyes glazed over

one muggy afternoon

when he told Leo,


"I did a lamb once.

 It walked right alongside me

up the ramp.


I'll never

do it




An edgy silence followed –

silent as paces of a lamb



There they sat, two white-haired friends

washed by the shed blood

of One Docile Lamb

Who walked Calvary's ramp


two thousand years ago


Maude Carolan


"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

 by Maude Carolan Pych,

is a compilation of poems about the Birth, Death,

and Resurrection of Jesus,

written over a span of thirty years.

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Friday, March 24, 2023

"A Better Idea"


Until Resurrection Day

Every year, during Lent, I order several chocolate lambs

from Bromilow's, our local chocolatier.

I give a lamb and a lamb poem to each of our family members

because Easter is not about the bunny...

It's About the Lamb.

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It's a better idea than spring baskets,

with jelly beans, mallows, and bows;

it's far better than flowery straw bonnets,

Mary Janes and brand new clothes,


a much better idea than bunnies and chicks,

eggs painted pink, purple, blue…

This time let us give our sweet children

an Easter gift that will ring true.


Let’s give a plush lamb, all spotless and pure

and tell them Jesus is its name…

Tell them Jesus is the Hope of the World

and Easter's the reason He came.


Tell them God's Son is sinless and meek

He's the unblemished Passover Lamb;

tell them He died on Calvary's Cross

to save sinners. He's the great I Am.


Tell them that on the first Easter morning

Lamb Jesus arose from the grave –

and that is why in their tiny hands

is the soft little lamb that you gave.


Tell them Lord Jesus loves them so much

that He wants to be their Best Friend.

Their little lamb will remind them of Him

after Resurrection Day ends.


Tell them chocolate bunnies, bonnets, and beans

are okay, but not the best part –

the best part of Easter is Jesus, the Lamb,

Who came to live in their hearts!


Maude Carolan

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by Maude Carolan Pych

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Thursday, March 23, 2023

"The Heart-Wrenching Cry"


Until Resurrection Day

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Oh, I am sure God heard it

as He sat with His head in His hands

on the edge of His great golden throne

moments away from Victory


This wasn’t the cry of physical pain

from crucifixion nails

pressing against Jesus’ pierced flesh


No, this was different—

This was the cry of…Abba, where are You?

the utterance that shot from Earth to Heaven

from the One He was One with

from all eternity—


Why hast Thou forsaken Me?


This was the wuthering wail

from despair’s deepest depth

as sin of all the world fell upon

the One who had never sinned


This echoed Satan’s final snarl before

Atonement’s Hallelujah!


and the Blood-washed expiation

of my sin and yours

of all sin past and present

sin of those yet unborn

those not yet conceived

sin of those who would not be born

for centuries and millenniums


This was the heart-wrenching cry before


It is finished!


the nod

of Jesus’ thorn-crowned head


and His Father’s most solemn




in Glory


Maude Carolan Pych

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Wednesday, March 22, 2023

The Shroud of Turin


Until Resurrection Day

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When I look upon Your Visage

and pierced, bruised Body

imprinted upon the winding sheet,

and contemplate

wounds You bore for me,

it causes me to quiver

with reverence and awe.

After two millennia

I witness Your Passion

mapped out

on a white linen proof-sheet.


Controversy has abounded

about the authenticity

of this ancient Shroud of Turin;

I leave it to greater minds

than mine to ponder.

As for me,

in my spirit I know,

it is You, my Lord.


Amazing. I can look

upon the negative

that’s positive

and actually see Your Face,

Your beautiful Holy Face,

suspended from Its Divine Agony

and interlude with death

when Your Majestic Imprint

burst upon the burial cloth.

Death sprang to Life

in that timeless flash-moment

of Resurrection. Glorious!


Lord, I see Strength,

unimaginable Endurance,

but even more, Peace

and the Countenance

of Unsurpassed Love.


Others may debate carbon dating.

Let them scrutinize and snip,

analyze in test tubes,

on smeared slides under microscopes,

and beneath glaring, blaring lights

until Your Second Coming!


As for me,

when I gaze into the negative

that’s positive

burnished miraculously

into that Holy Shroud

at the Climax of all time,

I accept with simple faith,

it is You, my Lord.


Maude Carolan

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Tuesday, March 21, 2023

"What Was God Doing?"


Until Resurrection Day

The following is one of my earliest poems...

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What was God doing?

What was He thinking

high up in His Heaven

when the Great Climax was unfolding

and His only begotten Son was sweating hemorrhages of blood

in fervent prayer before Him, that night in the garden?


What was God doing?

What was He thinking

high up in His Heaven

when His Son was pleading

for the removal of that great Grail of suffering,

yet in submission acquiesced to His Father’s higher will?


What was God doing?

What was He thinking

high up in His Heaven

during the sentencing and scourging, spitting and mocking,

as His Perfect Pascal Lamb carried the crossbeam to Calvary,

falling and falling and falling again?


What was God doing?

What was He thinking

high up in His Heaven

when they stripped His Beloved,

held His hand to the beam and lifted the hammer

and pounded the spike through sinless flesh?

Did He hold His ears?  Did He turn away?

Did His tears pour down as the blood ran down?

Did He pound His fist?  Scream?


What was God doing?

What was He thinking

high up in His Heaven

when His Son cried, “Why...hast Thou...forsaken Me?”

Victory was so close.  Did He almost change His mind?


What was God doing?

What was He thinking

high up in His Heaven

when it finally was finished?

Was His heavy heart throbbing

as He darkened the sky and quaked the dry earth,

opened old graves, and breathed life into the dead?

Was it with grief or great jubilation

that He tore asunder the curtain to the Holy of Holies?


What oh what was God thinking

at that great Climax of climaxes

with Satan and sin squashed under His heel,

and after the Ascension,

at Their glorious reunion,

did Father and Son

dance the Hora in Highest Heaven?


Maude Carolan

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by Maude Carolan Pych

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Monday, March 20, 2023

"Behold The Man"


Until Resurrection Day



Good Friday, 2009


There’s an archway in Jerusalem, engraved with the words, “Ecce Homo,” which represents the place where Pontius Pilate paraded Jesus, bloody and bedraggled, before the hostile crowd, and exclaimed, “Behold the Man!”


I. Behold Him:


The King of all kings, downcast

among those, He came to save

wearing a robe, stained crimson

crowned with twisted thorns

clenching a brittle reed—

His royal scepter

in His royal right hand


as Blood trickles

down His brow

spittle drips

down His chin

His eyes

are puffed and dazed

His strength, gone


He stands

amid those He loves

mocked, scourged, silent

silent as a docile lamb

He is the Docile Lamb


The multitude

cry out in unison


Crucify Him!


Soldiers lead Him

stumbling and falling

to the crucifixion site

the ominous Place of the Skull—


They pound sharp nails

through cringing flesh

and post the charge

above His thorn-crowned head

further mocking Him

with Truth—


This is Jesus

the King of the Jews


II. Behold Him


In the fullness of time

This Once Mocked King will return

crowned with beauty and majesty

to reign—


hallowed with Hallelujahs

and Hosannas


Multitudes will gaze

with wondrous awe

upon the Risen One

the One they pierced, returned


A multitude of knees

will kneel on the ground

as countless tongues proclaim

with resounding adoration:


Jesus is Lord!                                                     


and this once ridiculed, bedraggled

crucified Savior King

will be hailed in Heaven and on Earth

by men and angels                                                   

as Our King of all kings forever—

and ever and ever


with Alleluias earnest


…at last!


Maude Carolan Pych

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