There is No Relief for Love

I just read this poem, written by the Rev. Ted McNabb. I don't know who he is but he writes a profound poem!

Breath deeply....



Hesed

There is no relief for love.

It does not withdraw
From the tear in the eye
And the tear in the heart.

It does not vacate the dark night
While the trembling hand gropes in vain
For lack of sight and a door shut tight.

It stays
To share a cup of bloody sweat
That will not pass.

It stays
To hang upon a nail
The intolerable coat of shame
And the thorny cap of blame.

It waits
Past the time of hope
At the tomb surrounded
By the old undefeated guard.

It waits
Deeper than hope
For the dawn to break.

Open the door and take
The hopeless home.

The Rev. Ted McNabb

Published in The Anglican Digest
Easter A.D.2009