Good Friday: a poem by Cindy Bousquet Harris

Good Friday

I can’t relate to the bunnies,

though cute they are,

nor colored eggs,

though pretty their designs –

I think of You, Lord, hanging on that tree

for all, for me…

You didn’t stay dead, that I know,

though dead indeed You were –

You rose, and live forever, Lord, amen.

But we mustn’t skip over what You did

on this day, long ago –

You didn’t skip it, but chose to do

what needed to be done, by You,

to save our souls;

I know that we don’t have to pay –

You paid, and cancelled out our debt;

we thank You, God, for that!

But we can stop, be still,

remember,

listen in our spirit, and reverence

the work You did

upon that cross –

it’s empty now, as empty as the tomb;

we know within our hearts

the Easter dawn.

Praise the Lord!

Cindy Bousquet Harris is a poet and a licensed marriage and family therapist. Her poems can be found in Eclectica, Blue Heron Review, Indiana Voice Journal, Inlandia: A Literary Journey, and several anthologies. She has

given poetry readings at the Claremont Library, the Dorothy Ramon Learning Center and at Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center in Venice, CA. Born and raised in the Midwest, Cindy now lives in southern California with her husband

and their children. You can contact her at: cmbharris@netzero.net