Here is a rather rough poem about, yes, you guessed it, Good Friday. My goal is to write a poem about each day of Easter weekend. Also, I hope to get a blog out about what we’ve been doing here in Novi Pazar, Serbia soon. So far, I haven’t seemed to be able to write anything good, but we’re working on that. Anyway, here is the first of the three poems. Hope you all enjoy.
Good Friday Poem:
there was a prince, a king of creation
who chose for Himself a people, a nation
but He came in ways they did not want
His might and power He did not flaunt
they thought He’d destroy Rome, “do His part”
but He really cared about matters of the heart.
when their way they did not get
they acted human and threw a fit
they raged, they yelled, they beat, they tore,
a crown of thorns He humbly wore
staked to a tree His flesh did tear
for His choice, not wrongs, was He there
severed His tendons, between His bones
crushed for those on their own thrones
to take infinity, limitless powers
He relinquished all for frailty as ours
a God, the God, who paints the universe with a breath
now hangs, heart exploding to death.
