[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
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
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This the day Your apostles fled
The day Peter knew You not
The day the cock crowed twice
This the day of whips and chains
The day of piercing thorns
The day of spittle, stones and splintered wood
This 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 of human slaughter
The day your mother sobbed
This the day Your limbs dislocated
The day hammers struck the nail
The day of severed nerves
This the day hands and feet fastened to a tree
The day my sins held You there
The day You gasped for air
This the day You hung in writhing pain
The day of unquenchable thirst
The day your Sacred Heart pierced
This the day blood and water flowed from Your side
The day even You felt forsaken
The day Your blood watered the soil
This the day one thief entered paradise
The day another rejected Your offer
The day Your killers forgiven
This the day You reopened the gates
The day You died for me
The day our sins forgiven
This the day of transforming grace
The day we must always remember
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