Good Friday
National Poetry Month/Poem a Day
Each year,
I intend to really observe Easter,
Make some Lenten promise,
Give up caffeine,
Or meditate daily,
Practice some spiritual discipline,
Bring myself closer to Divinity,
Or at least feign self-discipline
But I don’t,
I’m busy grading papers,
Have to work late on Ash Wednesday,
Am two and a half weeks past Shrove Tuesday,
Haven’t made a Lenten promise,
Bible unread,
Soul disordered as my desk,
Good intentions lost to unimportant urgency
Then comes Good Friday,
The altar stripped bare,
Crosses covered,
No music, solemn prayer,
Quiet stillness,
Reminders of death,
Of sacrifice,
Of love
I am filled
With stillness
With silence
With solemnity
Given the chance
To hear my own thoughts
I am filled
With grace.
About the Creator
Chuck Etheridge
Novelist, Teacher, Transplanted West Texan, Reluctant Poet
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