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Good Friday

Matthew 20:22,23
The light sometimes
seeps away at dusk
sucked into the wind-caressed
greyness of the clouds,
darkly one with blackening trees,
inviting a soul's deep drinking
of shadow.

As black as that tree
etched in Golgotha,
dark as that darkness,
chilled as the wind
that made His spirit recoil
yet grasped strangely, firmly.

A hard cup for those addicted to the
of certitude,
and love baths in shimmering light,
fearing the love of unknowing.

But somehow necessary
for spirit-deepening
and the cracking open of inner graveyards.

Ross Kingham
© - 2000

Ross lives in Canberra, Australia. He is the director/administrator of Barnabas Ministries, Inc., which offers ministers of the Gospel a place to pause, refresh their perspective, and renew their acquaintance with God.


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