• The Church Year

    Peter & I, Good Friday {a #poem}

    After the garden— The giving away, the giving up The ghastly truth poured out, Words like threadbare sheets Could not cover the lies, I do not know him! Yet He Who Can Be Known Returned for this one, Walking first in The Way Then across the waves, Wooing with words and An outstretched hand, Covering falsehoods with A grace-laced cloak of Red, the once and for all act Voicing louder than any denial You are the Rock. Let me build Something great in you. And so He begins, over- Turning stones, handing them One at a time and I palm them Facedown at the cross, build An altar of pebble truths,…