Good Friday
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing
There is a deep pain.
Deeper than the whips digging into my back
Deeper than the thorns slicing my brow
Deeper than the weight of this cross pressing into my tired shoulders.
It is a pain deep in my soul.
I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise.
A flame stirs within my heart
There is someone else who understands.
This life hasn't been for nothing if there are those who believe.
Though pain and blood run down my body
I offer the man, my brother, a look of reassuring peace.
Dear woman, here is your son…Here is your mother.
Mother, my mother, why did I not think of you until this moment
Just as during my twelfth year, I have cause you anxiety again.
I was too focused on finding my friends a safe place for the coming Passover
Forgive me, I was too focused on my own fears and aspirations.
Find peace and love with my brother, there beside you.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
The pain is too much
The mocking is almost more than I can bear.
My clothing, cast out for lots barely matters to me
The pain is too great.
Where are you good and loving father?
I am thirsty
I am the living water, and yet I am parched.
There is still much pain, but it feels distant now.
How could I have doubted you my father
I know that you are here with me, helping me to bear this pain
Please stay with me, I need you now, more than ever
It is Finished
I feel weak and detached from all that I see
The man to my right has already gone
My time is nearly here
I try to draw a breath but it is getting so hard
One last look into the eyes of my mother, friends, brothers and sisters
Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.
I cannot breathe any more
I cannot see the people any more
I cannot hear the crying any more
I cannot feel anything any more
There is only darkness.