This is one of my favorite poems by Luci Shaw. It’s a brief but beautiful picture of the deleterious effects of the atonement on Christ and its beneficial effects for us.
At light speed, God speed,
time collapses into now, so that
we may see Christ’s wounds as
still bleeding, his torso,
that ready sponge, still
absorbing our vice, our toxic shame.
[ . . . ]
His dying into the earth
begins the great reversal—
as blood from a vein leaps
into the needle, so with his rising,
we surge into light.