I Obey

You have to wonder if Creation became silent.

Was it just Man who had so lost his tether
to that heartbeat of the Cosmos -
the one in the wind, and the sun, and the planetary orbit -
that takes in the law of God and breathes out, "I obey"?

A three-hour darkness...
Creation held its breath, and lowered its eyes.

While Man continued his own plans and preparations.

The God-Man is told to carry His cross.
God freely says to Man, "I obey."
Like a lamb led to the slaughter.
"I obey."
Love reversed the order.
He walked the mutineer's plank.

"I obey."

No twelve legions of angels. Not even one.

Of all subjects, who may say to his King, "Obey me"?
Only a mother, perhaps.

But she pulls close her mourning mantle
and walks in obedience up to the tip of the spear
that will pierce her heart.

Man, we who long to be gods, to call out the order,
continue to make our own plans and preparations.

But our only call apart from the God of Life is "DEATH! THE SWORD!"
Man's plans and preparations are ordered to the funeral pyre.

Even when all was accomplished, He lay where they put Him.
But not for long.