Good Friday

Today in a time of darkness in the world, with expectation of coming light, I remember this poem I wrote many years ago after a friend shared the meditations he delivered on Good Friday.

In the Shadow of Sorrow

In the shadow of sorrow
My friend speaks from his heart
The mystery of sacrifice and redemption
A sense of loss and failure
The death of the little self
We glimpse the other shore
But our raft is not well made
There is a deep mystery
That we try to understand
In the shadow of sorrow.

April 22, 2006

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