Good Friday Poem

For But A Moment

Jesus.

I read your story

Your experience

Your betrayal

Your pain. 

I read it to the people

And I heard the crowds cry

In passionate response:

"Crucify Him! Crucify Him!".

I stood with you

For but a moment

And I felt your pain

Your rejection

Your abandonment

Your fear.

I stood with you

Ready to cry

Ready to flee

Ready to give up. 

For but only a moment

I stood with you.

And yet,

In that moment 

I learned

That you truly understand

Our fears

Our grief

Our desperation

Our hopelessness.

You understand

How we feel

Always. 

Even though

I only experienced

Your pain 

For but a moment.

*This was written as part of my Good Friday reflection... still very much in draft.