Poetry About Good Friday

The church removes its flowers and lowers the light. At noon, the story darkens beneath a wooden cross. Grief is allowed to finish its sentence today. No hymn rushes the stone away from the tomb. Faith keeps vigil without demanding an early answer. The long afternoon holds love inside its wound.

At noon, the story darkens beneath a wooden cross. Holy silence makes room for sorrow before joy. No hymn rushes the stone away from the tomb. Even good Friday keeps more than one meaning in view. Hope need not erase the cost that came before it.

The church removes its flowers and lowers the light. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Grief is allowed to finish its sentence today. Faith keeps vigil without demanding an early answer. Hope need not erase the cost that came before it. The long afternoon holds love inside its wound.