Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Lent 4, Yr B)

THE SERPENT DIES
(Numbers 21: 4-9; John 3: 14-21)

No need to explain how the serpent’s bite
surfaces (stealthy as the coming of night)
while you’re reading the news; or worried and alone;
or when suffering long; or when a doctor intones
challenging words; or when darkness falls;
or the voice on the end of the telephone call
declares a once-loved relationship done;
when hope seems lost, when joy seems gone.

No need to explain how this serpent hides
next door to our hearts, marks left inside
where poison drips from the tip of its fangs:
in rage, in bitterness, in lonely pangs
of guilt and regret; in the resentments we bear.
And in hurts that we cause we do our own share
of spreading its toxin and resulting grief.
The serpent is death – the fear of it.  Relief

ever seems to elude us; but we may declare
its ultimate defeat; for above its shadow there
rises greater light – see, lifted up,
the one who for us drank the cup
of suffering, whose love even in death
conquered its evil; by whose living breath
we also may thrive. We turn trusting eyes,
snake-bitten, upon Christ, and the serpent dies.

Copyright © 2015 by Andrew King

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5 thoughts on “Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Lent 4, Yr B)

  1. Glenn Monson says:

    Like others of your readers, I am a preacher who appreciates your poetry. I also will be sharing your poem on the Numbers 21 text this Sunday, with thanks to you. Blessings,
    Glenn Monson, Austin, MN

  2. Laurie says:

    Andrew. Hi. I just discovered your poetry. I was struggling with how to complete my reflection for a downtown United Church in Ottawa for Lent 4 as they are not easy texts. I will be sharing your poem – what a marvelous gift you have. laurie

  3. Marianna says:

    What a lovely, moving poem about a very hard passage to preach on. I too will be sharing your poem tomorrow in a sermon. May God bless you.

  4. Peter says:

    I came across this poem and was deeply moved. I wish to use it in our liturgy this coming Sunday (March 11, 2018). Is that possible? We are a small liturgical congregation of about sixty people. Of course we would acknowledge you by name if we have permission to use your poem this way.

  5. […] ever seems to elude us; but we may declare its ultimate defeat; for above its shadow there rises greater light – see, lifted up, the one who for us drank the cup of suffering, whose love even in death conquered its evil; by whose living breath we also may thrive. We turn trusting eyes, snake-bitten, upon Christ, and the serpent dies. (Source: Andrew King 2015) […]

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