By Ken Woodley
Cast against the walls of this room
by one lamp’s mute tongue of flame,
my shadow describes all of me
that I have ever known.
It’s all anybody thought I could ever be.
And all I ever thought of myself.
Blow out this flame
and I would be gone entirely,
swallowed by the darkness
of their predictions
and my faith
in their lack of faith
But that shadow’s definition disappeared
like a reflection on a wave
the moment you walked into the room
and your silhouette joined mine.
Loneliness became oneness.
You sat down beside me
in a room that was no longer empty.
You poured some wine and broke some bread.
You asked about the mountains I had climbed
and understood when I told you about my valleys.
Even the deepest and most dark.
You said there was one last mountain
left for me to scale
and then you would have to go.
That mountaintop, you said, is these seven words:
You are the light of the world.
And believing that truth, you added, is the only way up.
I could tell that you were serious
so I began to climb them without waiting
and you smiled at me.
Astonishingly, I did not fall.
When I reach the summit, you promised
as you rose and turned to go,
I will have also scaled my shadow valleys.
Where are you going? I asked,
as you walked through the door into the rest of the world.
You had, I heard you answer, one more mountain
of your own to climb.
When Jesus Walked Into My Room On The Way To Calvary
By Ken Woodley
3 thoughts on “When Jesus Walked Into My Room On The Way To Calvary”
Oh, this is so beautiful!,,
What a fine history of grace filled persistence in the midst of political shenanigans in bringing about the scholarships. I finished The Road to Healing yesterday. I needed to finish it before starting your meditations today in Forward, a part of my Lenten reading which I laid on myself. Thx for your poem this morning as well. Nice to have a writer for Forward so close to Daleville
A most beautiful poetry this day, my 77th birthday. God bless you Ken. Thank you for your blessed inspirations.