And if anyone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles. Matthew 5:41 ESV
After the first mile that He traveled
He rested on the hay
Where Mary gently laid Him
At the ending of the day
As a carpenter of Nazareth
Ordinary like them all
No one knew that He was waiting
On His Holy Father’s call
To walk a second mile
Ending nothing like the first
Where nails and thorns would pierce Him
While soldiers did their worst
Till His suffering would finish
And friends laid Him in a cave
Not knowing His second mile would start
When He rose up from the grave!
The Second Mile by Peter Caligiuri
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Wow, what an awesome poem and revelation. Never thought about the “second mile” like this. Brings to mind and heart the many times I didn’t want to “go the second mile”. Wow. 🙏 Thank you for sharing your post.
You are welcome. I labored a long time on this verse, and felt it still a bit unfinished. Thank you for your kind comments.
What a great insight for me to ponder, Pete. I’ve never thought of the second mile like this.
Thanks Patty. It encourages me when I feel like complaining or giving up, to remember the second mile that Jesus walked.