His graven hands go offering life from Death
who thought Christ took more than He could bear.
Death rejoiced at the sound of the hammer’s clang
of the nail into the wood as the Son of God sang,
“Eloi! Eloi!” and it leaves us wond’ring to where
Tag: christian wiman
Christian Wiman is a fantastic poet whose poetry has been the first in a while to make me stop and want to reread a poem to really internalize it. And then reread it again. And again. And again. His poem Every Riven Thing is a beautifully written poem (which you can read here) in which the line “God goes belonging to every riven thing he’s made” is repeated throughout, but the syntactic structure changes each time, changing the meaning of the phrase and building upon itself in a linguistic and poetic crescendo. I highly recommend reading Every Riven Thing before reading on.