Good Friday,2016
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Daniel Brick
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Dedicated to the Faithful
of Two Cities:
St. Petersburg and St. Paul
Can you, safe inside your non-belief,
comprehend my sorrow on this day?
Imagine a forest of lovely, lithe
birch trees, then witness the white bark
ripped from their lean height, exposing
the tender inner wood to the sun's
fierce rays, and thus weakened, watch
a sudden spring storm toss them
mercilessly, until the roots snap, and
the defeated birch trees fall,
one after another to the hard ground.
If you can comprehend that loss
in nature, then surely you can comprehend
my grief over our Savior's suffering
on that first Good Friday, when he died
in agony and forgiveness to redeem
our sin, and then opened wide the Gates
of Heaven, so that souls cleansed
by his sacrifice can join his Glory
in an everlasting realm of peace and joy.
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