Frozen Tears by Raymond A. Foss
Birch, still frozen early morning
tears hanging, frozen in time
As the disquiet, remembering
events of this day, so long ago.
Pain, tears, frozen in His story
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
August 11, 2009 – Facebook version
on the walk home from Pembroke Village School