How
funny are we humans that bearing in mind our immortality and being witnesses of
our own limited nature, we at times bestow upon ourselves what we have no
authority over, pose to take from the giver and give the destroyer yet the
giver holds it all. Raising ourselves to the throne of judging over what we
don’t control and rule on whom to give and take from yet we have non to give
but all received in equal measure.
What
audacity that drives us to judge the judge, impersonating ourselves to the
mighty throne and even proclaim that we take from the giver that which He is
the only possessor and to him who takes from others we proclaim to give in plenty.
Up
on the high hill for all to see our triumph and his shame we raise Him bound on
a tree. The pain of torn flesh and sourness of vinegar we afflict Him. A crown
of thorns the king we crown and proclaim victory over Him.
To
Him who gives life and breath we took both and to the murderer we gave a new
lease. To Him who absorbs our pain and gives relief we repaid with pain. He who
quenches our thirst until our cup rennet over we gave sour vinegar. To Him who
clothes our nakedness we exposed, yet He bore all these with humility so that
we may have life and have if in full.
What
great pain we cause you when we tear thy flesh and shame you by our deeds; the
same deeds that you suffered on our behalf for. May you stir in us to use our
new lease for thy glory and for the good of humanity.
RITH@.
