Poem - "The Majestic" - Holy Week 2026

"In Whom I AM Well Pleased" (AI assisted) C. Sexton

A few years ago, I wrote this poem during the the pandemic, a strange period when everything felt like it was unraveling both internally and externally. In the midst of all the bewilderment, I wondered: What was God thinking? What was He feeling?

As I wrestled with these thoughts, and still do, I realized that perhaps core feelings like love, disappointment, desire, and even anger are not exclusively human experiences. Perhaps we are both navigating our own struggles, both yearning for something better from each other, and both, at times, bearing the quiet weight of disappointment when things don't unfold as hoped.

The Majestic

You're so majestic, so warm 

The billow of Your cloak, endless

Never tattered, faded, or torn 

Your grace unrelenting ...selfless.

On the waves of Your sea, i fall to rest,

Spinning and wading to its rugged floors,

No fear as the water rises past my chest,

It's in the Being where the soul finds more. 

For in the Being my heart lies at ease

As the brightness of Your fire fills my eyes

No shuddering, no desire to deceive

Through love's pretense or blind compromise.

Your mercy scatters past the infinite,

Radiating Promise from rainbow skies,

i'm unsettled when You become deliberate

And darkness starts to play with my mind 

Then you step into my space, i into Yours

Both with tears of love waxed cold 

Both the same, yet each needing more 

The desires of our hearts now old. 

Neither receiving what the longing requires

When captivated by war's sin

As desperate limbs ascend to infinity 

Battling to grasp the love that burns within.