Good Friday Comments

The darkest hour... Well communicated piece of poetry. Sylva.

this is my first experience with this poem. the opening phrase got my attention is it not strange for i have wondered that we call this day good friday. then these lines stood out Or Love, the flower that closes up for fear When rude and selfish spirits breathe too near this is a good image! then the last line got me only broken hearts their sin and shame may hide for our hearts must be broken open- or at least softened- for love, for God, to enter. glen kappy

There is no comparison of Christ's sacrifice- his crucifixion for the sake of humanity. Thanks. Upon Thy streaming wounds my weary eyes Wait like the parched earth on April skies.