Holy Week, Monday: Jesus Weeps Over Jerusalem

 

Jesus Weeps by Linda Richardson

It’s hard to see through tears, but sometimes its the only way to see. Tears can be the turning point, the springs of renewal and to know you have been wept for is to know that you are loved. ‘Jesus Wept’ is the shortest, sharpest, and most moving sentence in Scripture.

I have a God who weeps for me, weeps with me, understands to the depths and from the inside the rerum lachrymae, the tears of things.

This sonnet, and the others I will be posting for Holy Week are all drawn from my collection Sounding the Seasons, published by Canterbury Press here in England. The book is now back in stock on both Amazon UK and USA and physical copies are shortly to be available in Canada via Steve Bell‘s Signpost Music. The book is now also out on Kindle. Please feel free to make use of these sonnets in church services and to copy and share them. If you can mention the book from which they are taken that would be great.

I am grateful to Linda Richardson who has given me permission to share with you her series of remarkable paintings, ‘The Faces of Holy Week’. These will be on display, together with my poems, in the resurrection chapel in St. Mary’s Linton throughout Holy Week, do look in and see them if you are in the area. You can also look at these paintings and others on Linda’s Webpage

Linda writes about this picture:

In this painting we see Jesus weeping for us and weeping with us. There is an unknown person in
this painting who Jesus claps in his arms. It might be you he holds as he weeps with your pain and
the suffering you may feel as you too might be carrying something you can hardly bear.
Perhaps it is you who is holding Jesus, comforting God as he ‘wept for the refusals of his grace,
wept for a world…weary with its weeping…whilst her worst nightmares stalk the light of day’. 
As always you can hear the poem by clicking on the title or on the ‘play’ button if it appears.

Jesus weeps

 

Jesus comes near and he beholds the city

And looks on us with tears in his eyes,

And wells of mercy, streams of love and pity

Flow from the fountain whence all things arise.

He loved us into life and longs to gather

And meet with his beloved face to face

How often has he called, a careful mother,

And wept for our refusals of his grace,

Wept for a world that, weary with its weeping,

Benumbed and stumbling, turns the other way,

Fatigued compassion is already sleeping

Whilst her worst nightmares stalk the light of day.

But we might waken yet, and face those fears,

If we could see ourselves through Jesus’ tears.

 

4 Comments

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4 responses to “Holy Week, Monday: Jesus Weeps Over Jerusalem

  1. Blanche Aitken

    Moving, comforting and a glimpse of a suffering saviour who weeps for us. Yesterday as we ate the bread and drank the wine a wonderful symbols, so easy for us but the cost to Him was immeasurable. Again and again your poems touch my heart, thank you.

  2. Jeff Chapman

    Psalm 56, verse 8. I use this many times as a hospital and hospice chaplain when years flow. If tears are so important to God then we should allow and honor them also.

  3. Reading this in the U.S.A. the day after Palm/Passion Sunday, it strikes a chord as never before – the hope in D.T. 1 (the first year of the Donald Trump Era) – that “… we might waken yet, and face those fears, If we could see ourselves through Jesus’ tears.”

    Holy Week always casts a greater light on darkness. “And the darkness has not overcome it.”

    Thanks you for the reminder.

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