He Looked At Me
There, hung upon a wooden cross
He looks down at me,
Not down on me
But into my eyes.
His eyes blurred with the sweat and blood from the thorns that pierced his head,
Fatigued from loss of life
and
In excruciating pain,
He looked at me.
His hands open, His raw and naked body exposed for all to see,
He looked at me.
In pure anguish,
He looked at me.
Into my soul His brown eyes penetrated my very being at the center of all that I am
and
He spoke not an audible word
but
I heard everything in His eyes.
There mixed with sweat and pain He was open
To love,
To hurt,
To all who would rebuke Him
For centuries to come.
He was not just open to those women, who wept
and
Wailed for their children,
but
Also for the soldiers
That hung Him upon this wooden cross,
Perpetrated this human death.
His eyes showed me only
Compassion,
Empathy,
Forgiveness,
and
Understanding
For those who physically tortured
and
Killed Him.
He held only love in the agony
and
Then we all heard Him
Give up His spirit to God.
Death to the Son of God,
Real death upon a tree,
The death penalty for God.
He died right there before my eyes.
But before He closed His eyes to this world, I locked eyes with His
and
He read my soul and gave me the opportunity to love Him.
This I do every time I forgive another,
Anytime I love unconditionally,
Every time I witness God’s love in another person.
I locked eyes with Jesus Christ upon that cross in Calvary today
and
He loved me from across the centuries
and
Across the heavens right here
and
Now into my soul.
He looked at me.
Very poignant. So grateful for Christ burial and resurrection. Thanks for sharing such a stirring Good Friday post.
That was so beautiful. Jesus gave you a great talent to teach and inspire others like He did.