Declaration

It's been nineteen years since my dad died, and one of my most vivid memories is when my mom told me that he had died. Today I was re-living the moment when the doctors declared Julia dead. That feeling will be etched in my body forever. But today the memory wasn't so horrific. It turned into something powerful as I reflected on Matthew 27: 51-54, and read the story of Jesus's death through the lens of my own emotion:

" Breathed his last. '"
Dead.
Declared.
Dead dead.
Never coming back…dead. 
The end.
Really the end.
The end of hope.

" Ripped in two."
Cut in half.
Heart cut out.
Heaven screams.
Earth screams. 
Earth quakes.
Declare it.
"This is the Son of God."

The one who
spoke a word and life 
came from nothing
The one who declared it good.
Good good.
Really good.
How is This good?

" Scared to death”
or scared of death?
Death death.
The villain of villains 
the evil of evils
No more hoping
no more praying 
No more breathing 
the really real 
END.

" Scared to death."
But did fear die? 
It was declared:
This is the son of God. 
God, whose words matter.
God, whose words grow life.
God who spoke
"Three days."
Perhaps death should be scared.