"The Bitter Cup"
How is it we so often stare complacently
At that solemn reminder hewn from wood
A beam across another in humility
How little we give thanks for what we should
To think that when relief was offered willingly
Their bitter cup He for a worse disdained
Refusing any chance to lessen agony
Through poison or a dulling of His pain
How can we gloss over these hours unthinkingly
Even with knowledge of an empty tomb
To think our shame erased His earthly dignity
That torture rightly ours He would assume
His suffering was not less due to His deity
Nor lighter weight to bear as God divine
But as the innocent, it was infinity
Compared to the deserved that would be mine
Clara competed in Stoa for 4 years and considers that experience to be the highlight of her highschool years. After NITOC 2020 was cancelled, she started investing more heavily in writing, launching her blog where she shares poetry, short stories, musings, and novel updates…but mostly poetry. (claraharneywrites.wixsite.com/website) More recently, she’s launched a writing Instagram account in order to further build her online presence and community. (@claraharneywrites) She is passionate about the potential Christians have for creatively influencing culture. Her favorite way to do that is through the power of words, whether written or oral. Clara is currently taking online classes with Patrick Henry College and enjoying time in CA with her 5 younger siblings and wonderful parents.
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