Good Friday and the
world has slipped from time. I spent the day walking in the wind and
in the rain. Walking late and overtime in the cold.
They took charge of
Jesus, and carrying his own cross, he went out to the place of the
skull. Look into the dust of it. The scent and tang of earth upon the
air. Dust to dust.
“Happy Easter!”
someone shouted from their porch as I passed. Golgotha.
Why do they…? Why
do I…? But prove all things by the strength of love. This love.
Digged deep and love laid low.
“He is risen!”
I replied but it was too early. And there was no one there where they
crucified him.
(John19:17-18)
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