Harvesting The Fruits of Contemplation

[What follows is a slightly revised poem I posted some time ago. May it provide some fruit for your contemplation on this most sorrowful of days] For far too many of us, today will likely pass much like any other Friday - a mad rush to get to the weekend. with little thought of He Who made us and whose sacrificial and brutal death redeemed us. Where is our gratitude? Unforgettable This the day so long foretold The day of justice lacking The day of man's ingratitude This the day of cowardice and fear The day of torture and sorrow The day of darkness and death This the day of horror and pain The day of weeping women The day of uncaring masses This the day sin prevailed The day of little light The day that mirrored night This the day so profound and tragic The day of death and new life The day with kiss betrayed (Image Source: Wikimedia Commons ) This the day Your apostles fled The day Peter knew You not The day the cock crowed twice ...

This is not just another Friday. This is Good Friday. Will that fact make any difference in the way we live this day?  For far too many of us, today will likely pass much like any other Friday - a mad rush to get to the weekend with little thought of He Who made us and whose sacrificial and brutal death redeemed us. Where is our gratitude? Unforgettable (Source: Wikimedia Commons ) This the day so long foretold This the day of justice lacking This the day of man’s ingratitude This the day of cowardice and fear

This the day so long foretold   The day of little light The day of justice lacking The day of man’s ingratitude The day of cowardice and fear     This the day of torture and sorrow The day of darkness and death The day of horror and pain The day of weeping women   The day of uncaring masses This the day sin prevailed   The day that mirrored night The day so profound and tragic The day of death and new life The day with kiss betrayed This the day your apostles fled The day Peter knew you not The day the cock crowed thrice The day of whips and chains The day of piercing thorns This the day of spittle and stones The day of splintered wood The day your cross bearing The day of multiple falls The day of Simon’s helping hand This the day of Veronica’s veil     The day stripped of clothing The day your mother sobbed The da...