Good Friday reminds me so much of when I was a girl. It was the start of a busy
weekend of chapel going! My family were members of a Methodist chapel. It
was years before I learnt it was Primitive Methodist but whatever it went by, in
my memory it was full of singing and general happiness. The Chapel has been
pulled down and my parents have gone but they have left behind lovely memories.
Reading the Bible so comprehensively as a child played a large part in
becoming a writer when I grew up. Stories full of incident and colour and
characters swept through my life. When I was sent 300 miles away to an Open
air hospital school for a year when I was 10, I found myself attending a Church
of England Sunday school. It didn’t matter because I met all my old biblical pals there
and on we went together!
GOOD FRIDAY
So now it begins with the sun striking through the tall windows,
Onto the old brown pews and onto the pulpit,
Onto the slender Cross where the weight of this weeping world
Is carried on helpless shoulders,
Onto the crown of thorns blazing in the shadows,
Burning the darkness with its crimson glory.
This is not a gentle day, yet gentleness persists in breaking through,
For the soaring arc of the wide blue banner
Painted on the far wall of the Chapel,
Painted high above the polished table where blue scented grasses
Quiver in a silver goblet, unquestioning and faithful,
Presents to us those golden words painted on that lovely blue arc,
Words that insist ‘GOD IS LOVE’
Which gently insist it is this we must always remember.
The singing is bright now, pausing, darkening, lifting, soaring,
Until a sudden startling descant adds its own touch of glory
To all tough and tender hearts caught in a flesh
Ever subject to death and to corruption, yet ever open to joy.
These singers of sacred songs seek the strength of God as they sing
And in those three plain words, GOD IS LOVE, find it.
Then the crisp cold air smelling faintly of lavender
Drifts like a prayer into the silence and the silence is profound
As silence always is when God is listening.
And God is always listening.
And love is always sending its quiet hope out into the world.
© 2018 GWEN GRANT.
Your bible studies as a child and the influence of church in your life have made you a beautiful writer. I can always feel it in your poems. This one is particularly lovely!
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I love this, Gwen! 🧡🌺🐈
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So kind of you to say so. Thank you. Church and the Bible have always played a large part in my life. Church not so much now but the Bible still
has a long reach!
Gwen.
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So kind of you to say so! Thank you. You never know what kind of response will come to a poem, so yours was much appreciated.
Gwen.
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So lovely Gwen and so fitting for the season! Happy Easter!
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I wanted to say so much more but often when I’m commenting, the words won’t come.
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I absolutely know the feeling!
Gwen.
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Thank you, Sharon. Have a lovely Easter, full of peace and joy.
Gwen.
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Thank you Gwen!
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