Good Friday-- and a poem offering




Published in Sojourn-UT Dallas:


That Friday

At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks split and the tombs broke open. --Matthew 27: 51-52

 

And when the sky split, and rocks

spewed forth with the dead, did the woman

hauling water from the well push back her hair

and wonder? Or did she continue her work,

 

not quite sure what the omens told,

knowing only that there was dinner to get,

children to bathe, and a husband who was late

getting home from an execution across town.

 

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