The bread was broken
Torn to shreds in memory
We all share the grief
Water turned to wine
The future turned on its head
The gods turned their backs
One cup was not passed
One man cried, but not in vain
The Son felt the weight
Willingly allowing this
Nothing left to lose
Leave it all behind!
Thieves? No longer bothersome
Rust? Not a problem
Worldly matters cease
The Son can shine without you
But you without Him?
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So beautifully said!! Well done. Blessings, Terri
It touches the heart. Thanks, Kristin
Thank you, Terri! Have a beautiful Easter weekend ~
I’m glad you think so, Kristin. Thank you!
Have a wonderful Easter weekend ~
Happy Easter Uncle Tree…Can’t look at that picture…not these days!
I hope you, too, have a very nice Easter weekend, Niamh.
The picture – one frame from a movie – is disturbing.
I’d planned on hiding it by Good (Lord!) Friday. That’s the
day Jesus went down to Hell and let out all the good guys
and gals, and after that they all flew to Heaven – The Reunion.
Have you heard that story? I could link you up, if you want.
Peace, luvz, and hugz all the same. 🙂 UT
This is very stirring … the sad picture as well. It makes one dwell on the emotion of the day. Good Friday for many is no longer regarded as a day of solemnity and reflection. Once upon a time, it was Good Friday services, hushed tones and time for reflection on what transpired all those years ago, but many don’t abide by those rituals now. Thank you sharing this post.
You’re welcome, my friend. Thank you for reading and commenting!
I wrote quite a few religiously oriented posts back in the day. This is one of my haiku monsters, as I call them, with a 5-7-5 syllable count. I could never stop after 3 lines, so I wood just take my poetic license and run with it, until I could justly say, “It is finished!”
I pray you have a good Easter Sunday.
Peace and luvz, Uncle Tree
I enjoyed reading it – you have a gift with the poetry and haiku and my only poem ever was at Christmas at the Park, just a little frivolous poem for the holidays.