What more can I say?
What more can I do?
You,
who have read and studied the Scriptures;
you,
who claim that you know about
the Lord God,
My Father;
you,
who claim that you know about
the Messiah;
you,
are blind.
Look up
now
into the Light.
Look,
at Me.
I have fulfilled
on earth
all that was said
about Me.
I was,
I am,
I will be,
the One
who was foretold.
The Spirit
was put upon Me.
A bruised reed
I did not break;
a smouldering wick
I did not snuff out.
I was
despised and rejected
by men.
I was
oppressed and afflicted
yet I did not open My mouth.
I was
led like a lamb to the slaughter;
like a sheep before her shearers
is silent
so I did not open My mouth.
I took your infirmities.
I carried your sorrows.
I was pierced for your transgressions.
I was crushed for your iniquities.
The punishment that brought you peace
was upon Me.
By My wounds you are healed.
And yet,
and yet
you say
Who are you Lord?
You are blind now
but
I will make you see.
© Kathleen Wilks
About the author
Kathleen Wilks
I have been writing poems for a number of years now and many of them have been used as prayers in church services.
Recently I have started to write meditations. These are based on people in the Bible who met with Jesus.
Other meditations are to be read on a more personal level as God speaks to us, collectively or as individuals where we are now.
The meditations can be used in services, in study groups or in private.
I live in York, England, and worship at Holy Trinity Church, Heworth, and St Olave's Church in York.
I work as Property Manager for the Diocese of York in the Church of England.