Out of Chaos
By Becky Lindsay
Who could have predicted
That out of the chaos that was the Passion—
The incident of betrayal by a brother,
The apathy of somnolent friends,
Denial and desertion by those dearest,
The iterations of humiliations and hatred,
The multiple occasions of accusations,
The repetitions of rough-handling,
Flailings, floggings with the nine-tailed cat,
The occurrences of piercing by thorn, nail, spear,
And ten-thousand agonizing instances
Of hanging in the fierce sun—
Who could have predicted
That out of this violent chaos
There would emerge a pattern of grace?
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