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Good Friday
KB (SePTeMBer,18 1983 DEath i Believe i am ImMorTal / a S M a R a)

Good Friday

Am I a stone and not a sheep
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon—
I, only I.

Yet give not o'er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.

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Comments (19)

In the world of a Prayer I would have been Praise..... what an imagination. ttruely said..... read mine o, mother too.
A real great tribute to womanhood and all that it is made up of. Excellent..arya
You are a woman and a very special one lovely write and max vote Chris x
super great poem here you show great imagination this is sublime I am adding this as a fav poem! Dan
Special indeed... a purposeful and vibrant write, Konjit! Brian
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