He was despised and rejected by others;
a man of suffering and acquainted with infirmity.
Surely he has borne our infirmities
and carried our diseases.
In the bull’s eye of our injustice,
the bleeding wound of our violence,
you bear it.
At the heart of our horror,
the seat of our rage,
in the dark hole of our loneliness,
you bear it all.
In our isolation, our throatless silence,
our pandemic wail, our shamed cry,
our murderous righteousness,
Beloved, you bear it.
Despised, you love us.
How can we but die,
and wait to be raised?
April 2, 2021