Three Poems for Good Friday

[Min]

Here is Christina Rossetti's poem "Good Friday."

Am I a stone, and not a sheep,

That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,

To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss,

And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved

Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;

Not so fallen Peter, weeping bitterly;

Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon

Which hid their faces in a starless sky,

A horror of great darkness at broad noon –

I, only I.

Yet give not o’er,

But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;

Greater than Moses, turn and look once more

And smite a rock.

[Denise Trull]

The Oscar Wilde is a favorite of mine. The wondrous pathos of it! Blessed Good Friday to you.

[Jarred Vehlen]

Thank you Mr. Kwasniewski. Can I also suggest the following beautiful sonnet by a friend , Thomas Mckendry? https://open.substack.com/pub/thomasmckendry/p/sonnet-xxii?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=1mjwe

[Shannon Rose]

Thank you. Made me cry…

[Elaine L Russo]

Thank you, Mr. Kwasniewski.

Blessed Easter to you and yours.