We Do Not Know

“Forgive them,” he said.
A dying Son’s prayer to his Father.
On behalf of betrayers, accusers and tormentors.
Grace and mercy on those who would put him to death

But, could not take his life.

Peace to those who would seal him away

But, could not escape his love.

“They do not know,” he said.

And, supposing they didn’t.
I ask you, even, do we?

No.  Neither the day nor the hour of the Father’s choosing.

Do we, now, know the Scriptures or the Power of God?

For, if we truly knew our neighbor’s need –

                If we knew who it was asking us for something to drink.

“If you knew the gift,” he said.

If we knew how to pray.

And, what were made of –

                And, what we were made for.

Then all of our “knowing”

Then all of our “doing”

Would look more like the life he came to give.

                And, more like love “that won’t let us go.”