Those Forgiven Much, Love Much

For Tuesday, March 22, 2016

A-Poem-a-Day

Until Resurrection Day

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THE UNFATHOMABLE VASTNESS 

OF HIS MERCY

One day

the Lord’s long, long arm

reached all the way

from Heaven into Hell

to grant a blessing

upon a beloved child

in the hour

of her gravest sin

In great despair

she couldn’t imagine

a way out, still

she was moved

by the unfathomable vastness

of His mercy

and the awesome wonder

of undeserved love

unconditional

and full of grace

This much beloved child

remembered hearing

about the woman

from ages past

who wept bitterly

upon His dusty feet

and ever so humbly

wiped away tears

with her dark

and silken hair

Like her,

she understood

one forgiven much

loves much

She is grateful

to be drinking of His mercy

drinking His forgiveness

drinking in His love

Maude Carolan

70 X 7

For Wednesday, March 9, 2016

A-Poem-a-Day

Until Resurrection Sunday

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FATHER, FORGIVE THEM

It’s Good Friday

and I’m doing what I usually do—

meditating on the Cross

and then writing a poem

Today I am thinking about forgiveness

and unforgiveness

thinking one of the things

that makes me marvel about Jesus

is that He looked down

upon the very men who mocked Him

the ones who scourged Him

who spat in His innocent face

then crowned Him with a twisted ring of thorns

and drove nails through His hands and feet

Yes, He looked at them

with unfathomable mercy

in His unspeakable agony

and implored His Father

…forgive them

for they know not what they do

Then I think of myself

of injustices done to me

by people I’ve loved

people I’ve tried to forgive

and have forgiven

then taken back my forgiveness

over and over and over again

I’ve mulled over life’s unfairness

replayed injustices, feeling righteous

feeling justified

then am reminded (like today)

that all have sinned

so I let go and forgive again

and really want to

for God has forgiven me

so who am I

to remember puny injustices

against myself

Today, Jesus, as I meditate upon Your love

and the magnitude of Your sacrifice

my old wounds are infinitesimal

I don’t want to harbor them

anymore

I’m asking for Your help

this Good Friday afternoon

Help me let it all go—

forever

Maude Carolan Pych