The blood cries out

A meditation on the spilled blood of Abel and Christ

i heard the blood crying out this morning.
its moans and groans louder
than my thoughts themselves.
it only piles up from generations of wrongs
staining the beautiful world
until i cannot recognize what it once was.
in anguish it yells in unending restlessness.
begging for its due justice.
the blood cries out. 

but then i heard a different Blood.
softly but bolding speaking of stillness.
of rest. of justice. of joy. 
this Blood, although soft, spoke a louder word.
a more profound cry.
that seemed to make the first blood's cries satisfied.

whose Blood is this?
who is this Man?
a Man whose Blood brings order to the chaos.
who stills the soul.
who refreshes the spirit.
who makes right the wrongs.

this Blood spoke and the other listened.
finally is quiet.
i can see the beauty.
i can hear the ravens.
i can live from this Blood.
i can thrive in this Blood.
this Blood brings peace.
this Blood cries out.