The Third Word
by Doug Jackson
When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son!
See, son, your mother; mother, see your son.
I give myself to all, but you to him.
I told you on the third day, what’s begun
Transcends our bond and overflows its brim.
I leave you in the thunder of this hour,
Yet give you safely to the thunderous care
Of yet a third day when transforming power
Turns wine to blood for all my kin to share.
For not all leaving flies a rebel flag.
Obedience must sometimes walk away.
And you must relearn trust at every stage,
Heed your own counsel, “Do all that he says.”
Oh Crucified, while you our sons translate,
Send other sons to hold us while we wait.
Doug Jackson is a preacher/professor/poet who after a quarter-century in the pastorate now teaches spiritual formation, pastoral ministry, and Greek for the Logsdon Seminary program at the South Texas School of Christian Studies in Corpus Christi. His collection of poetry, Nothing There is Not More, is available from Finishing Line Press.