Black Friday – Good Friday Poem by Bill Grace

Black Friday – Good Friday



Black Friday did not sell:
A warm coat against the bitter snows of Valley Forge
Morphine for Gettysburg and Shiloh wounded
A patch of breathable air at Belleau Wood
Water on Baton’s march through hell
A meal eaten in safety in Iraq
An antidote to burns and broken bones
That make Afghanistan a life long thing
Black Friday is not Good Friday
Good Friday does not sell
In fact, Jesus gave it all away.

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