Good Friday?
a prayer.
Good Friday?
why do we call it so?
it certainly doesn’t seem to be.
doesn’t feel like it.
death.
of all hope.
when not deserved.
God, you must have a different definition of what is good.
show me?
from your eyes?
eternity in the midst?
i hear the whispers between the silence of saturday
“see the lives forever changed.
eternal glory from momentary affliction.”
but on saturday it doesn’t seem so momentary.
it feels long and lost in the unmet expectations.
not good.
“just wait.”
death & life
life & death.
the cycle demonstrated
a fig tree cursed
a $30,000 perfume wasted
a tree of life
and now a cross.
and then
death & life
life & death.
our lives the same.
could this be the way you’ve made it?
always in tandem
your story
but mine too.
and because you did it
so can i
death & life
life & death.
i need perspective.
the cycle goes on.
in me.
it doesn’t feel good.
but maybe i can trust
it’s good.
death & life.
life & death.
the message of all humanity
just wait.
a little longer.
death…
lean in.
and then…
For the One,
