From Mary on Friday

Sonnet - From Mary on Friday

From Mary on Friday

His dark brown eyes that always seemed to shine
His baby skin I kissed before he slept
His tiny hands that clung so tight to mine
A miracle of God; a promise kept

Now beaten, battered bloodied, bruised and torn
Now hung to die just like a common thief
Now pierced with nail, spear, and crown of thorn
My child, my baby, my brokenhearted grief

O God, this can’t be how you save us all
O God, his gaping wounds expose the bone
O God, how can you let this pain befall
My son abandoned dying all alone

So let me serve you God, but please not this
I want to serve you God, but please not this


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