Good Friday (a poem)

J.M. Diener

What is good about this day

fraught with suffering and pain?

When evil darkness holds sway,

Truth is rebuffed and cruelly slain?

 

What is good about this day

on which the innocent One dies?

When even the sun turns his face away

from  the One condemned by mankind's lies?

 

What is good about this day

is the sacrifice so pure and right.

Darkness cannot keep light away

for surely dawn comes after night!

 

’Tis Sunday that makes Friday good.

The resurrection hallows death.

So weep today, if you would

but tomorrow rejoice at life refreshed.