Meditation on Good Friday

Meditation on Good Friday


I keep thinking of the man in the garden
I remember it was a garden
Gethsemane
probably fresh with spring
the man bled with fear
he was grown, though
and knew we all have bad days

terrified
he begged his dad for mercy
maybe you’ve seen the picture
hands clenched in petition
folded
he cast his plea to the empty garden

his father may have said something flat
you can’t have that of me
maybe his dad was on spring vacation
I’ve been there
even a god can find refreshment

the story is old
that of a god
come to save us from our natures
he faced his duty alone and took the cup

I don’t know about that
but the story had this
the man lived twisted agony alone
his soul screamed
and was really scared
the isolation is human
the pain human
the god divne