Worst Friday

I have not been very diligent about posting Easter poems, so here is one from last year.

Deb's Few Words

That one day was a bum deal all around.
Betrayal: check
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.

Disappeared.
Deny deny deny.

Did he know things were going to go sour
so quickly? All indications are
yes. Still…

As always, it was the women
who showed up, really showed up.
And that one apostle whom Jesus loved.

By then, all that was left was the forgiving
and the dying.

IMG_2258Painting by Robert Valienti-Neighbours

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  1. Love your poem on the Worst day. Well done… I wrote something for Good Friday this year in the napowrimo challenge. See my words at:
    gramswisewords.blogspot.com
    You might have to trail through to get to the particular poem.
    Keep writing x

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