I have not been very diligent about posting Easter poems, so here is one from last year.
That one day was a bum deal all around.
False accusation: check
Torture: check and check.
Just a few days prior to the Very Worst Day,
The people were excited!
Running around, hosannah-ing right and left,
“Oh Jesus we love you you’re the best”
but soon calling out the name of Barabbas.
The Most Awful Day pressed on.
Even worse than the torture
was a sudden deficit of disciples.
Deny deny deny.
Did he know things were going to go sour
so quickly? All indications are
As always, it was the women
who showed up, really showed up.
And that one apostle whom Jesus loved.