Good Friday 2 Poem by DM W

Tender fruit rotted on the cross at Calvary.
The callous thorns and nails ripped through the weary flesh.
Then the rain fell like shards of glass. All was darkness.
The violet veil of the temple was torn in two.
Sacred love retreated into a stark silence;
Waiting to return on the blessed day of glory.
From the depths of darkness, a new springtime for flawed
Humanity emerged. Life was being renewed.
Henceforth, because of His redeeming sacrifice,
Adam's curse was cancelled, and the pure Light prevailed.