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Good Friday

by Susan Cowger 4 Comments

Jesus agonizes on the cross for six hours. During morning coffee it begins. The last 3 hours (noon to 3 pm) darkness covers the whole land.

Consider a disciple, sipping his coffee, who has put all his eggs in this one basket. Could it have felt like anything but losing?

Lost.

Doubt lets itself in
While hours hum of hoodoo
Death’s encore wakens
~
.

April 11, 2009 , Good Friday Blog

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  1. Tattoo Girl says

    April 11, 2009 at 3:34 pm

    Dark orbs beneath eyes
    Cigarette’s fiery coal
    Illumination.

    Prevail.

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  2. Charles Fishburn says

    April 11, 2009 at 7:21 am

    Sorry about that – had two posts; had a typo in the second. Deleted both to combine it all… How terribly messy.

    “In my hand”

    iron iron pulse
    down force of soldier’s burden
    my hammer pounds nails

    “Witness”

    darkness falls midday
    universe gasps shudders stills
    all behold God’s Lamb

    again, more at chazzz.com.

    Friday’s here, but Sunday’s a-comin’!

    Reply
  3. Charles Fishburn says

    April 11, 2009 at 7:17 am

    This comment has been removed by the author.

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  4. Charles Fishburn says

    April 11, 2009 at 6:53 am

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