Jason - Atonement

About the writing

The combination of a poem with the topic of atonement at first I expected to be quite challenging. As it turned out, much of this week's writing cam pretty easy. It could have been the number of poems I seem to have written lately, or it could just be the enjoyment of writing about this topic. I am not sure. What ever it is, I knew I did not want to write about the atonement of man to God directly, so instead I wrote about a not so simple craftsman. That being said, I hope the message is not lost.

Atonement

Surrounded by some splendored things
A magnificent craftsman stood.
With perfect light he lit each one.
To display his works were good,

The faceted ruby vessels
With depth of color and design
Had value beyond appearance.
Purpose basic and divine.

Within that state of paradise
The crystal shelves began to shake.
Then one by one they toppled down
To chip and crack and break.

No longer made by just his hands,
Their captivation now was gone.
Edges to cut at every touch.
Like a night without a dawn.

Then where the sharp had split the skin
Blood dropped from hand to crimson bowl.
It pooled at first beneath the rim
Filled the cracks and made it whole.

The master knew the price to pay.
Thoughts of redemption did enthrall.
So give he did until his death.
One by one he fixed them all.

An untrained eye might just see works
Which his sacrifice had righted.
Not just revived, but made alive
As art and life united.