General (Vol. 2)
Behind the Tomb
- When I was small and could not bear the pain,
My Jesus was a sage of land and lake
Who loved all children, just as he loved me,
And then I loved Him for His manger's sake. - Then I began the rendezvous with bread
And faintly saw the shadow of The Cross
And vaguely apprehended in the text
A celebration tempered with great loss. - In my emerging self I then found out
That love is complex, not a childhood frieze,
With questions hard as metal in soft places
Where love must hurt to prosper, not just please. - So with God love is not all Halleluiahs,
A book of praise, a certain destiny
But it is risk, pain, searching, growth and doubting,
Behind the tomb, the Cross of Calvary.