“Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabachthani”

🌿 “Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabachthani” 🌿

A Poetic Meditation on Psalm 22:1

O God, my God, in shadows deep,

I cry to You, yet silence weeps.

The stars look on, the heavens still,

While sorrow bends me to Your will.

Forsaken? Yes—it feels that way,

When night devours the light of day.

The weight of grief, the sting of loss,

Each breath a prayer nailed to the cross.

Where is Your hand, so strong before?

Why does Your mercy seem no more?

The heavens tremble, yet do not speak—

My soul is crushed, my bones are weak.

Yet still, I call. I will not cease.

For in this pain, You birth Your peace.

The echo of this anguished plea

Becomes a song for Calvary.

For once was heard upon the Tree,

This ancient cry in mystery:

“Eloi, Eloi”—pierced by flame—

The Son of Man bore wrath and shame.

Not lost, not void, not cast away—

But love concealed in disarray.

You turned Your face, yet held the plan,

To ransom dust through God-made Man.

So in my trial, I will trust,

Though I return again to dust.

For every cry, though raw and wild,

Is heard by Heaven’s reconciled.

And when I feel You far above,

Still shall I cling to steadfast love.

For though forsaken I may be,

It birthed redemption’s victory.

Amen

Kenneth Rae