THIS IS GOOD FRIDAY

How can the sun shine
     How can the birds sing and
          How can the flowers bloom
               When my friend is about to die
A terrible death on a cross
     With a crown of thorns on his head and
          Blood dripping down his face.
How will life go on without him
     And how will I ever know 
          Another friendship so deep?

And then I hear His voice saying to
     The thief crucified with him
          "Today you will be with me in paradise"
And I KNOW that all will be well.

© Maureen Iles 7/4/23