the crowd gathers in,
eager, excited, waiting
for the arrival
of the champion.
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good friday
today the warmth returned
and the blond-haired boys were
running wild through beds
of brittle hydrangea
and barren rose canes
when the littlest
still unsteady on his feet
caught his teddybear bib on a thorn
maundy thursday
we’ve had a cold snap again
frost nipping the eager blooms
of the japanese magnolias
and kissing the bricks
that weight the blanket
stretched over the half-moon bed
of drowsing flowers
Jesus at 33
This year my half birthday falls on Good Friday; I will be halfway through my 33rd year. I’ve thought a lot about Jesus over these past six months, wondering what human life was like for Him, wondering whether He started counting down the days to the cross, knowing full well what was coming.
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the dying snows
yesterday morning the newly-fallen flakes
lay large and lacy atop the earlier shroud of snow
winter’s blight
what once was whole has now been riven
and the guilty soul bows to be shriven
for his burial
her hand lifts the jar
the alabaster shatters
fragrance fills the air
first ride
what did the colt feel
when You first rubbed his nose
follow —
could we be free
of tragedy
or does life end only in sorrow?
new light
will we last the night?
there’s never any promise
that morning will dawn