The Word on the Rood
“Give me the words I pray of you,” the poet said to the Word,
the Son of Man.
“Give me sounds that blow where the Spirit wills them”
“like Adam newly formed from the dust of the earth
who called each creature by name,”
“so that my sayang* may know that I love her
though things get in the way,
like taxes, teaching and exams,
because sometimes it seems like you’re walking nowhere through sleet and rain,
and up ahead there are no sign posts to tell you the way.
just to let her know
that in the end
our love will prevail
as we make our way along
the spiraling lines on the Father’s palm.
“Give me the words I beg of you,” the poet asked the Word Made Flesh.
Who turned to reveal His wounds,
still fresh from Calvary.
sayang- Indonesian for honey or dear.
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