Poem For Good Friday

DO WE PLACE YOU IN A TOMB?
(John 19: 38-42)

Do we place you in a tomb, Loving One?
Do we wrap God’s saving love in funeral spices?
Having seen justice pierced, truth undone,
corruption’s blade red-edged by power’s devices

and faithfulness in us made frail by fear,
do we gather up our hundred-weight of grief
and give a silent thanks a tomb is near
where hope may be interred and bruised belief

put on death’s pale and clinging shroud?
Does our frail flesh bear your body there,
beloved, who last night, serving us, bowed,
whose now hurt healing hands so cared

for all the wounded, weary, weak?
Do we deliver to death’s endless cave
your words of peace, and no more speak
of hope, of love, of the life you gave?

Our feet on such a walk surely stumble.
Your light once shone into the world’s shadow.
Now our way is dark. Our fingers fumble
for a candle. O, how can we let you go?

Do we place you in a tomb, Loving One?

Copyright ©2018 by Andrew King

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One thought on “Poem For Good Friday

  1. Bruce Handy says:

    Welcome back Andrew! You have been missed. Your poems are often inspirations for my sermons. I often share them with my congregation. Thank you for sharing your wonderful talent.

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