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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