Christ the King

The honest thief

Don’t tell me you are saving me
while we hang here side by side
in searing pain under a searing sun;
don’t talk to me of gardens of ease
where mercy falls down like a river when
it’s plain to see that we are dying.
When all is said and done, I want my miracle,
unwounded, rewound as though
all this had never been.
I do not want the power of the cross.
I want to get down – hang a ram in my place –
let me be.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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