A POEM FOR GOOD FRIDAY

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On the day when

everything you thought would happen
didn’t

every plan you thought was certain
wasn’t

every person you wished could stay
couldn’t

grief is deep

and dark
and reckless
and dangerous
and real
and needed
and healing
and ultimately
somehow

good.

 

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Blessed Good Friday to you, friends. May you not feel alone in the profound unknowns and bottomless losses of this day, this season, and this ancient, present moment in time.

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