Text: Leviticus 16: 20-22
The ultimate sacrifice not only carried our sins so that we are separated from it, but offered His own life so that we are eternally free from the debt of our sins.
Love, I have drawn from the scabbard the unsterile blade
that pierced your side,
as I cast my lot for your humble linen clothing.
Your terrible voice, rasping in pain, called forth a forgiveness unexpected, unasked.
And in the midst of strife and hatred, we have found you, t
he antidote of loathing that seemed to be our squandered inheritance.
Love, in the unquiet longings of my heart, in the wildness of my being, i
n the unruly dark side of me that I have tried so hard to push away,
to deny, repressing, I lay bloody, beaten, bowed.
In the quiet, steady rhythm of your heartbeat I have hushed
the fever of my soul, and my delirious agitation come to a stand still.
Love, your gentle presence, overflowing with a mercy,
unoffended by our trite and clichéd half-hearted attempts at praising you beguiles us.
We sway in the unforced cadence of your grace.
Our inner voices screaming with untold horrors finally turn into murmurs of adoration,
of raptures that are now our own.
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