Poems for Holy Week (V)
Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips.
In the beginning was the Cross
And the Cross was with God. And the Cross was God.
Moreover the depths: surf-stacked
Towers tilting right, tilting left.
Hurry now—over the long, dry tongue of sand.
I am the Lord upon many waters, I am the
Rung-out God, enthroned above the flood.
See it now? These rivers of living water?
Tip your wine-soaked sponge to my split lips—
Yes, the wine is mine. The water, too. And the thirst.
-Sarah Crowley Chestnut
Christ on the Cross, Salvador Dali