Good Friday Poetry: Myopia

I’ve been thinking about death for the past few weeks. Lest you think this is stemming from some sort of morbidity on my part, it’s been a dose of digging deep into the passage of John 19 for guidance in writing a poem I read aloud today at a Good Friday service. Culturally speaking, Good Friday gets glossed over in favor of Easter, and I get it. Who wants to dwell on death when you can spend the time feasting with friends and family, celebrating, joyful. But without Good Friday, there is no point of context for Easter.

One moment stands out from the passage to me. It’s such a human moment for an inhuman instance. Jesus has been nailed to the cross and looks out at his mother, his mother’s sister and Mary Magdalene. It’s hard to imagine that kind of pain and suffering or even still the clarity of vision as he speaks to his mother saying, “Dear woman, behold your son” and to his friend standing nearby, “Here is your mother.” In spite of the circumstance, Jesus sees his mother weeping and wants to care for her- now and in the future.

What’s so remarkable about this moment is how in uttering those words to Mary, he is speaking to her as both son and God. It makes me think about last moments…

Specifically, a man doubled over, in the middle of a heart attack. He hears the directives a 911 call attendant provides to his wife on the phone, hears the distress in his wife’s terse response of “I can’t flip him over, he’s too big.” And in that moment, in that hearing, he sees his opportunity to care for her and flips himself. It must be so hard to see that you will soon pass over and watch someone you love hurting and not know how it will turn out.

Death is not easy. It never was intended to be easy. In fact, it was not part of the original plan at all. But it does visit each of us and I think of this moment where we, the readers get to listen in on the last words exchanged between a mother and her son, a woman and her God. He cares for her and in his telling, speaks words that will ensure she is cared for.

Today, we encounter such difficult things, don’t we? The unexpected prognosis. The accident. The before-their-time demise. Nothing can soften the blow. And yet, we have these words to plant deep in the soil of our souls. We get a sense of something bigger that can help us buffet the storm of grief that rocks our already tottering boat.

 

Myopia
(John 19:25-27)
by annelies zijderveld

In an instant a child can disappear

Instead of walking with you, he’s just not there.

Steps get retraced back from where

You came and find him turning over questions

with teachers, surprised by concern,

Didn’t you know I would be in my Father’s house?

Who reproves a child making sense

of father from Father- you take his words to heart.

 

After some years, your boy becomes

a man selecting the right companions. Who is it

that draws to him people like a bucket

of water pulling from a well? A crowd gathers

curious, you round up your boys

who mutter, He must be out of his mind, and

try to take charge, still not getting

what season he is now entering. Instead of access

you hear him ask, Who are my mother

and brothers, you see him motioning to the crowd,

continuing to assert his godliness in

declaring those obedient, mother and brothers.

 

Who knew the road would lead here:

a hill, a cross, a crown. You watch as they drive nails

into the hands you used to hold as he

learned how to walk – hands that learned his father’s

trade – hands that knew how to save

water and turn it into wine.  You’ve always taken

his words to heart, not comprehending

this day would come. And even if your boy wanted

none of this would be undone.

Your God, your son looks on you weeping and loves

You, utters, Dear woman behold your son,

as he motions to his friend and to him, Here is your mother.

Taking care of those he cherishes because

He knows how this ends, that it is near, soon to daven

It is finished as the rest of the story begins.

 

© Annelies Zijderveld. All rights reserved. Please do not reprint or post without attribution. I wrote this poem for City Church San Francisco, and read it as part of their Good Friday service 2013.  

 

 

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    Ramona Hayes
    April 2, 2014

    Lovely poem. May I use it in our Good Friday bulletin – with proper attribution of course.

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      Annelies
      April 2, 2014

      Thanks Ramona. You have permission to post Myopia in your Good Friday bulletin with attribution. Thanks for asking and I’m glad it touched you.

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    Reeda Allen
    April 16, 2014

    I, too, would like to feature your poem as a reading in our Good Friday service. You will, of course, be given as its source. A lovely reflection. Thank you for sharing.

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      Annelies
      April 17, 2014

      Thanks Reeda. I will be reading it at church on Good Friday too. Glad that it will edify your service.

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    Deacon Gerry Larkin
    February 22, 2015

    I am really taken with the tenderness of this poem – I would like to use it in a series of reflections that I a doing over the 7 Wednesdays of Lent on the 7 Last Words – on the 4th March 2015 I will focus on Woman, here is your son and would like to use is during the 1 hour adoration piece

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    Brenda Hewitt
    February 18, 2016

    Lovely poem, so perceptive. May I read it at a Retreat for our local Franciscans that my husband is leading? We shall of course give the attribution. I was very excited when I came across it!

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    nancy ross-zimmerman
    March 21, 2018

    Love your poem! As others have asked, I too would like to read the poem/print in bulletin with attribution of course, on Good Friday.

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      Annelies
      April 9, 2018

      Ah, thanks Nancy! Daven means to pray. I liked it because it hearkens back to the line of David in its soundwork too.

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    Jan Robitscher
    March 29, 2018

    Beautiful poem. What does “daven” mean in the second to last line?

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