James Tipp

Rookie - 408 Points (20-06-1945 / East London)

Good Friday 2009 - Poem by James Tipp

Was it mans worst day in history or God’s best?
Was it the loneliest time for God and man?
Separated for a millisecond of eternity
Or united forever in eternity God and humanity?
The question for the masses is irrelevant
They are consumed with other priorities in this season.
Spain or Portugal, West Country or the Lakes?
In work out of work, paying the mortgage, dispossessed?
So Good Friday with its misnomer is only a holiday break
A getaway time, a family break time, not a God time.
The ever decreasing few stoically endure the mysteries
Looking for signs of renewal hoping for a re-awakening.
Take hope in the words from the cross ’It is finished’
For in truth it had only just begun in God’s time.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009

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