Frozen Tears by Raymond A. Foss
The birch, still frozen early morning
tears hanging, frozen in time
Like the disquiet, the remembering
events of this day, so long ago.
Pain, tears, frozen in His story
in the Word, torn this day
deserted and alone to face the cross.
Time stood still, darkness fell
he breathed his last.
Frozen words, chilling the disciples.
His ministry ended, His life done.
Frozen tears hanging heavy
on this Good Friday.
April 10, 2009
on the walk home from Pembroke Village School