Tag: Good Friday

  • And yet…: Good Friday poetry

    And yet…: Good Friday poetry

    Yes, there’s a day for suffering, for marking love’s dark mien. Contorted faces bearing the cost of contingency and time. There’s no reason to the grief, there’s no cause for any tear. Even the call to Private Ryan–Earn this!– can’t elevate the squalor of our deaths. We all end in ridiculous deformations of our former […]