A contemplative life on the Eastern Shore of Maryland
Friday, April 19, 2019
Poem for Good Friday
It was in the Spring The Passover had come. There was feasting in the streets and joy. But an awful thing Happened in the Spring- Men who knew not what they did Killed Mary's Boy. He was Mary's Son, And the Son of God was He- Sent to bring the whole world joy. There were some who could not hear, And some were filled with fear- So they built a cross For Mary's Boy. Langston Hughes
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