Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar

Poem: Good Friday

even though it's holy saturday; also, i must confess we didn't/won't eat fish, but leftover hamburger spaghetti sauce

This day has lost its meaning,
This day is just a day
On which to take the children
Somewhere else to play.

The trees are not in leaf;
Gaunt arms are stretched out wide;
The climbing boys can laugh
As though no one had died.

The girls in party dresses
Admire a game of catch:
The motor-cyclist passes
To picnic on the beach.

Your car - a chance for polish;
The garden might be raked;
And is not now the moment
To see the rose-bush staked?

But strange this peace, this silence.
A quietness seems to clash
Against the world with violence.
And some will still eat fish.

- Dunstan Thompson
Tags: faith, poetry

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