A Poem by Cindy Bousquet Harris: "Good Friday"

Good Friday

I can’t relate to the bunnies,

though cute they are,

nor colored eggs,

though pretty their designs –

I think of You, Lord, hanging on that tree

for all, for me …

You didn’t stay dead, that I know,

though dead indeed You were –

You rose, and live forever, Lord, amen.

But we mustn’t skip over what You did

on this day, long ago –

You didn’t skip it, but chose to do

what needed to be done, by You,

to save our souls;

I know that we don’t have to pay –

You paid, and cancelled out our debt;

we thank You, God, for that!

But we can stop, be still,

remember,

listen in our spirit, and reverence

the work You did

upon that cross –

it’s empty now, as empty as the tomb;

we know within our hearts

the Easter dawn.

© Cindy Bousquet Harris

Cindy Bousquet Harris is a poet and a licensed marriage and family therapist. Her poems can be found in Eclectica, Blue Heron Review, Indiana Voice Journal, Inlandia: A Literary Journey, and an anthology from Poetry Contests for a Cause. She has given poetry readings at the Dorothy Ramon Learning Center and at Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center in Venice, CA. And she’s had the pleasure of serving as a visiting writer at juvenile hall through Women Wonder Writers. Born and raised in the Midwest, Cindy now lives in southern California with her husband and their children. You can contact her at: cmbharris@netzero.net

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