The Hero Dies


Forsaken by God
the savior of the world dies,
broken butchered meat.

When we all ran from the flood,
He turned to face it,
and the waters swallowed Him.

The answer is plain,
in war of good and evil
death defeated love.

We lie breathless on the banks,
waiting for the end.
All that was true was a lie.

I hear whispering.
Foolish women tell tall tales,
Saying: “He’s risen.”

Sea surface, frothing bubbles,
its shore receding,
cannot drown Jesus’s fire.

“Here I am,” He says,
“The way through death into life.
Salvation has come.”