Good Friday

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