Backward Mutters

A sonnet for Maundy Thursday.

Love waited patiently, persevered long
Sleepless nights while I wandered far in sin
Chasing the promise of some Siren’s song,
Took me back as a son not some has been.

When I (for once) received the sought blessing,
Love envied not, did not poison or pout,
Did not upstage, divert through finessing
To make their own things what it was about.

And when weary with worry, Love still stays,
Keeps no record of wrongs or resentments,
But rejoices with the truth bears always
Faithful, hopeful, enduring contentment.

That I may be clean, free, in rightness stand,
Love kneeled down took my dirty sole in hand.

© Randall Edwards 2018.
This poem is for Christ’s church. If it is helpful, please feel free to copy or reprint in church bulletins, read aloud, or repost. I only ask that an attribution be cited to myself (Randall Edwards) and this blog (backwardmutters.com). Thanks.

Artwork: “Love” abstract weaving © Jennifer Edwards 2017, (jenniferedwards.com) Photo by Hazel Kuehn. Used with permission.