Easter Haiku #6 – Friday, Holy Week - Good Friday

Was this the moment
The world darkened forever?
The day of rent veils.

Watch how women weep,
Soldiers gamble for a robe,
Dying thieves argue.

Peter, face hidden,
In denial and afraid,
Listens for cock-crow.

Then, the chosen one,
Traitor Judas hangs in doubt,
Dangling like Christmas.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day 
Something appropriate for Good Friday. People of all faiths and people of none can’t help appreciate the beautiful poetry in this old hymn.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

When I Survey The Wondrous Cross 
Issac Watts