Jesus is condemned to death

"Jesus is condemned to death" (Anna Kocher, 2006)

The Binding

by Cathy Song

We love them more than life,
these children who are born to us.

How did Mary endure it?
It was more than she bargained for,
the white lily light,
the passive acceptance of the sacred seed.
For the daughter of the well at dusk,
it was a moment of vanity.
He had taken notice.

He was like the stranger
who rides into town,
who in his worldliness
sees the gullible girl
and sweeps her off her feet.
He takes her by storm,
there is nothing subtle about Him,
the whirlwind courtship,
the messengers trumpeting exotic flowers.

The night she opened the window,
it was raining flowers,
as she knew it would be,
and it covered her,
like a wedding dress,
like snow.

But the child in her arms was real.
The weight of him was real.
And in her diligence–
the setting of the evening bread upon the table,
the terror any mother feels
in a crowded marketplace
when for an instant
she thinks her child is missing–
she thought
He might relent, choose another,
and she could live anonymously with her son
among the dwellers of the earth,
the carpenters, the fishermen, and the thieves.

Once she held him, she was lost.
Her body turned against her,
was made maternal
so that she saw nothing else
but the child who walked further each day into light.
How could she have known this?
That the son would resist her
every attempt to bind him,
that in his loneliness he would belong
to everyone and to no one,
forfeit what welled within her
in order to save the nameless, the cripple, the unspeakable.

She was duped into thinking
when the time came
she could give the child up,
and in exchange for the son, her sacrifice,
she could receive the heavenly reward:
immortality,
candles and cathedrals,
inexhaustible light–
the thousand statues of herself.

Who would want such eternal life?
Better the grunt and toil,
the hog’s blissful sleep,
a child who needed her.
She prayed that He might forget the pact.
And then the praying stopped.
Why call attention to herself?
Let silence be her accomplice
and with the less devout she could slip
unnoticed with her son toward a simpler destiny.
Like fugitives, always under the cover of night.

In the son’s greatest hour,
he loved her
not more, not less
than he loved the soldier who wept at his feet.
It was cruel to ask that of her,
of any woman allowed to bear that weight.

“Jesus is condemned to death” by Anna Kocher. See the rest of her work here.

“The Binding” is from Cathy Song’s Frameless Windows, Squares of Light, 1988, Penguin Books.

  • http://ashes2grace.wordpress.com lbmeier

    What a heart wrenching honest look at Mary’s plight. As I enter Holy Week, I want to thank you for reminding me to consider the pain of the mother, who watched during His whole life, the leaving principle (and man shall leave his father and mother and be cleaved to his wife). He left his mother to cleave to every soul who would turn to Him as Savior and make up His Bride the Church. She is then left to feel the empty nest feeling far too early.

  • Lauren O’Connell

    wow. just…wow. thank you for sharing. this poem will accompany me for a long time.


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