Christ died today.
For me.
The sound of the mallet
striking those nails
not some faint reverberation echoing through centuries
but clear, unmuted, present.
And had I been the only one
in need of salvation
no matter how far wandered
the choice
would still have been made
to die.
For me.
A mystery of love
so full of grace
how can I be so vain
so foolish
as to deny a gift solely
on my inability
to understand
a love
that great.