It is Good Friday and the sun is still hidden
It is Good Friday and the world is still groaning
Today we remember the death
of a carpenter from Nazareth
and the people he loved so dearly
The ones he held by the hand,
spoke tenderly to, said
“Come with me— all else is Hades”
while we nailed him to a cross
And yet
As he bled he said, “Father, forgive them”
with the fall of his head he said “It is finished”
While our hands were still cold with his blood
he whispered in the sunrise
“Darling come away with me— I enjoy rebuilding”
It is Good Friday
and the birds are chirping
It is Good Friday
and time to feed the baby again
Today we remember the death
of a carpenter from Nazareth
and the people he loves so dearly
Thank you once again for feeding my heart Doni. I stand amazed with your gift of words. You are such a ray of sunshine in this very dark world. I Thank God for you my grand daughter!
I love you,
Nanny