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At the Center of RED 3

There’s an old seafaring saying,

“Red sky at night,
sailor’s delight;
red sky in morning,
sailor’s take warning.”

Crimson hues in the evening and there will be smooth sailing the next day. Red shades at dawn meant a storm may be brewing.

This poem takes a different look at the resurrection. How does it impact those who don’t believe. Or shall I say those who will not believe. The Pharisees (the religious community) of Jesus’ day had all the information. They knew the scriptures (so they thought), they were intimately aware of Jesus’ teaching (they knew exactly who he claimed to be), and they had the first hand facts of his resurrection. And yet, they tried to stop it, to cover it up, to pretend it wasn’t real. So, how do you think God will deal with those who intentionally will not believe…

Red Sky in Morning

You remembered better than His own disciples
His promise to rise,
to return.
Command to secure the tomb against theft–
     as if this band of scattered and frightened
     fishermen, tax collectors, and women
     would dare to move against Rome,
     against the established church,
     against their own doubts,
     to steal a bloody corpse
     and perpetuate a lie–
aids authentication.
For your troops had first-hand facts;
they were there when the ground shook
and the stone rolled away
to a dawning revelation.
You paid them off with leftover silver
and promised protection—
from what?
A governor whose days were numbered?
From you who really had more to gain
from the fulfillment of prophecy?
From eleven men who eventually get it?
It’s incredible that the first to believe—
not believe, know—
the truth of resurrection reject it out right.
Your problem did not go away.
Slaying the Lamb did not stop
the awakening of the Lion.

Take warning.

Copyright © 2015 Scott Daniel Massey

At the Center of RED

“Red is the color of the blood that flowed…”
from “The Coloring Song” by Petra

At the center of human history stands One.
Lived One.
Died One.
Resurrected One.

Today I give you the first of the three centerpiece poems depicting Christ.

Seeds of Faith

Great drops of blood
planted in the dust
of a lonely garden,
transplanted on a hill
to bloom and bring forth fruit
from a crack
in a rock.

Copyright © 2015 Scott Daniel Massey

RED–Parallel Universe…Again

Adam

Called from clay,
six foot of sand and soil
converted to perfect flesh,
unearthed from the bowels below,
exhumed and animated
     to breathe new air,
     to gulp God gasped respiration;
come to life from under the rock,
standing,
the first of your kind–
the dirty womb and its bloody placenta
now under your feet.

“Adam” compliments “Native”, a companion poem, they are parallel. I think I accomplished this parallel best of the lot.

Whereas, “Native” shows the fall of man and his banishment from the garden, “Adam” seems to take us back to his original creation. You can see man being formed from the ground; being lifted to his feet to breathe for the first time. And you get the sense that it is good, triumphant even. And it is.

But the poem also describes ‘the last Adam’. I Corinthians 15 is an incredible chapter that details the resurrection of the dead. Go ahead. Take a read. I’ll wait right here.

Quick summary: Because of the fall of Adam, the first man, everyone gets to experience death; because of the death and resurrection of Christ, ‘the last Adam’, everyone has an opportunity to experience real life after death. Death and the grave, ‘the dirty womb and it’s bloody placent’, have been defeated by Christ. “Native” is the worldview or problem, if you will; “Adam” the heavenview, solution.

Copyright © 2015 Scott Daniel Massey

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