Poems Around the Easter Triduum
This is a retro post of poems from 2019 that were originally on WordPress. Picture: Olive Grove, Garden of Gethsemane, Jerusalem, Israel (February 2010). I Couldn’t Go to Jerusalem or Good Friday For Christians, Good Friday is a day to remember a life lived, and given away for others, even in suffering. This is for those who want to remember, but are not able to join others in Churches. I couldn’t go to Jerusalem – My mother-in-law just Died And we are mourning as Burial is prepared. I couldn’t go to Good Friday – I’m a nurse But I saw the arms of the cross In the open arms Of a man Reaching from the chair As I moved him To his bed. I couldn’t go to Good Friday – I’m at Lifeline Taking calls But I heard the cry “My God, why have you abandoned me!” In the tone of a caller Still reeling from abuse By one once trusted. I couldn’t go to Good Friday – I’m old and My days of driving Are in the yesterdays of my life. Family staying here Won’t take me to Church It means nothing to them