we mark a dark yet holy day
when Light himself was crucified
condemned by men, unjustly tried
son suffered, father turned away
wrapped up in gloom, laid in cold tomb
“now God is dead!” the demons say
to save from shadow’s curse, light died
we mark a dark yet Good Friday.
a poem in my pocket 
Apr 13, 2016 @ 00:10:40
Thank ______
no words can
kiLL
God..
or sadly
bRing
God back
to Life as Word
alone..
allone
SinGs
SonG
oF
RE
AL
i
AM
Be..:)
Apr 13, 2016 @ 07:30:49
I will sing of my Redeemer…thanks, Fred 🙂
Apr 13, 2016 @ 07:55:41
SMiLes.. i
alWays
do too..;)
Mar 28, 2016 @ 07:53:22
The change from your first to final line brings extra power to am already powerful poem.
Mar 28, 2016 @ 10:56:01
Thanks for your comment, Bryan.
Mar 27, 2016 @ 17:01:16
A powerful poem that along with recently watching The Passion, has vividly reminded me of the sacrifice made for us.
Mar 27, 2016 @ 17:46:25
What wondrous love is this…
Mar 27, 2016 @ 12:17:04
Beautiful Good Friday Octain ❤
Mar 26, 2016 @ 17:30:41
Beautifully constructed – it supports the message so distinctly and perfectly. I forget how this poetry form forces one to find the right rhymes and just the right amount of text. Lovely.
Mar 26, 2016 @ 17:35:02
Yes, I enjoyed working within the form…