In Which All Curses are Broken

The Brazen Serpent by Tintoretto

The Curse!

We feel its weight.

 

Insecurity, negative thinking,

Sharp-tonguedness, meanness

Fear of failure:

Patterns we observed in our parents

That the Enemy of our souls

Tries to imprint on us.

 

The things our parents said we could never do,

Our enemies said we would never do,

Mean summations of our character,

Things we no longer consciously remember

Has our Enemy fashioned into steel-tipped spears

Piercing our spirits.

 

Oh, how prematurely

we defined ourselves.

 

And so was our destiny shaped

by the malignant words

of the envious and ignorant.

 

The curse!

 

We knew no other power source, you see,

Nothing that could shatter the curse.

 

The times we succumbed to sin

Have left hairline fractures in our psyche.

Can we really keep explosive secrets,

Lose weight,

Control our temper,

Finish huge projects? we wonder.

 

We fear we cannot break bad habits,

When, of course, we can

If we hide in you,

Connected to your eternal springs.

* * *

 

The curse…

Can quite literally be one,

from those who would rather we were dead,

The evil mother-in-law, say…

Her prayer for death

Will never be heard by the Lord of the Universe,

But there are evil beings in the cosmos,

Who hear those “prayers,”

And smile.

 

I feel this chill

across the seas,

and hide in him who is stronger than I,

My strong tower.

* * *

 

I think of a dream long-deferred.

What’s going on with that?

Is someone cursing me? Said person? Others?

 

That’s irrelevant.

What am I going to do about it: that is the question.

 

I am going to hide in Jesus.

Drink his sap, his eternal waters,

Live with his energy powerfully in me.

* * *

 

The curse

Has no power over me

For I can plug into the mains.

 

For on a hill far away,

rough wood abrading his lacerated back,

His head pieced and bleeding

His lungs gasping for air,

His hands and feet nail-pierced,

Raising himself to gasp for air,

a man writhes,

 

Absorbing the toxins,

Of the evil said to us

The evil done to us

The evil we have done.

He absorbs the curse.

 

He chooses to become the curse

In my place.

* * *

 

Moses put a bronze serpent on a pole

And whoever looked at it was healed.

 

Our Jesus writhed in pain,

His form contorted as a serpent’s,

 

And all who look upon him,

Who are washed in his blood,

Have protection

From the malicious old serpent,

The enemy of mankind.

* * *

 

The healing flood of his blood

Snaps the curse over us.

 

He bore it.

He broke it.

It is washed away by his blood.

 

The evil said to us,

Prophesied for us,

Wished for us,

Feared by us,

Those gates of bronze, those bars of iron

Are snapped

By the blood of Jesus.

 

We live connected to his power

Which so powerfully works in us.

* * *

 

Where am I safe from the curse?

 

In you.

 

For you absorbed the curse.

You became a curse.

When I hide in you,

My spirit is safe

From the actions of evil men…

 

You became a curse

So I could inherit blessing

I hide in you,

And absorb life from you, and

 

I am safe in you.

* * *
And the veil of the temple is rent,

And we step into the most holy place,

Of the open heaven,

Where his power and glory flows to us

 

And behold, our lips are touched with fire

And we hear a voice say,

“Your guilt is taken away

And your sin atoned for.”

 

We are filled with a new thing,

The Holy Spirit,

 

And slowly,

Become a different person

A Spirit-filled creation

The old has gone, the new has come.

 

Minute by minute,

He gives us the power to be different.

We are released into a new story.

 

How will it end?

I do not know.

But He is writing it,

And He is a very good writer, indeed.