The Sixth Word
by Doug Jackson
When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.
Now it is finished. Finished is it now.
What’s done is done. There’s nothing more to do.
What Moses and the prophets cannot show
A resurrection won’t confirm as true.
Here in the centered circle, at this stake
Of time I’m tethered, forced to face the dogs
Who dash from the circumference as it makes
Its endless rounds, and turns the crushing cogs.
What matter if the center truly holds,
When every point proclaims itself the top?
How will this spiraling gyre ever know
The difference in a finish and a stop?
Here down I sink my head upon my breast.
If not defeated, also not at rest.
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.