Good Friday 2008 - Poem by James Tipp
The cacophony of sound erupted as the day began
People meandered into the souk ready to bargain
To enter the daily chores of this Passover willingly.
Jerusalem was heaving with the masses of pilgrims.
Whilst beneath the Pretorium a carpenter bled.
Above in the Temple the blood flowed river like.
So a few drops from a carpenter’s back made little difference.
Both actions were about religion, his one was banned
The Messianic hope was for tomorrow never for today
The Priest found today a problem, interrupting their Passover.
The crowd turned from the disturbance the Romans made
Dragging the carpenter through the streets an example
Yes keep your heads down, do as you are told or else
The message was graphic enough and understood
Made more real by the presence of their own leaders
Whose boat needed no rocking amongst the masses.
Most of Jerusalem never blinked or knew about the carpenter
Who like so many others had hit the wall of Rome running
Found it an impenetrable barrier and died crushed by its weight.
For them this was just another Friday Passover time
The world turns the time moves on, centuries pass
The reaction of Good Friday as it has become is drowned again
By the cacophony of sound made in today’s markets
So the bloodied back of Jesus turns few heads or hearts
The priests still hold vested interests that make him theirs
To be shared by them at their behest, nothing has changed.
The messianic hope is still tomorrow today we are too busy
Too frenetic and too obsessed with our agendas our needs.
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