This entry is part 3 of 8 in the series Speak to Me?
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Good Friday

written & performed by: Bob Jensen

@FirstTimeSinceA

 

 

    Blue skies will never suffer
The faithful on Good Friday
Nor illuminate the heart of darkness
That is covered by
A breastplate of abstinence

There was a tree
Watered by the tears
Of the Queen of Heaven

One hour times three
Black as the Raven
When he gathers up the sun
And looks hard upon
The withered heart of mercy
And asks,
What is Truth?

On this day
The Truth hangs
from that tree
On a gentle hill
In the raven’s plume
In stark and Holy deference

And my son asks,
Why do they call it good?

It is good because the darkness
Is but a shadow
Of that which tries
To block the sun
Eternal, searing,
Life giving

And in those three hours
The Light overcame the darkness
In the rarest triumph of humility

For what is Truth, if not Light?
You cannot see Light
But you cannot see without the Light

And so the Light was made flesh
And dwelt among us
And filled our shrunken pupils

Never more so
Than from beneath
The raven’s plume
Upon the Holiest of trees

For it is at the exact moment
Of total eclipse
When darkness is surrounded
By a halo so bright
Its boundless rays would burn the eyes
of he,
Who would presume to look upon
The merciful face of God

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Bob Jensen

Bob Jensen

Bob Jensen has been writing poetry, music and prose his whole life.
He currently resides in Prince Edward Island, Canada where he works as a booking agent for folk musicians from around the world.
His award winning novel, The Matchbox Funeral, is available on Amazon.
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