It is finished
It is finished-
Age old words spoken of what messiah
must do, must be, must suffer
finished in…
words of forgiveness…
cries of lament…
moves of fulfillment…
finished in you.
It is finished-
the suffering of God,
the raged breaths, the free flowing blood, the mockery…
head bowed, now you give up your spirit.
It is finished
so blood and water flow.
It is finished-
your disciples take your body down
wrapped in the shroud and spices of death
laid in a tomb,
and all they can think is
“It is finished.”
The temple has been torn asunder,
and God now bleeds with man.
For this you were born,
To hang and die.
At the right time
You ragingly cried:
“It is finished!”
My God My God
This is a meditation/expanded reworking of Jesus’s word’s of lament on the cross.
My God, my God
Why have you forsaken me?
My God my God
I call to you but find no relief
My God my God
The jeering tongues lash at my cheeks
My God my God
You’ve saved others; can you deliver me?
My God my God
even as darkness comes to a close
My God my God
These beasts surround to feast on my bones
My God my God
These people think I call a prophet to come,
But God my God
Have you forgotten that I am your son?
My God my God
Why do you keep yourself far away
My God my God
I am curse and waiting away
My God my God
This heart has turned to wax in my chest
My God my God
You lay me down in the dust of death
My God my God
Why have your forsaken me?
irony is…
A field where residents
Park their shopping carts,
full of cans and lives,
Now being fenced off so apartments can be constructed
And rented to people
Who can afford to move in.



Father, Husband, Theological Dreamer, Web Designer, Photographer, Coffee Chugger... Jesus obsessed & dreaming of a better Christianity. It's kind of like listening to a cross between guerrilla radio and a street corner prophet with a bad case of tourettes.




