Good Friday 2012 - Poem by James Tipp
Outside the walls they hung him, a dangerous idealist
Which transpired to be the place so many others choose
The outsiders, the don't no brigade of uncertain ideas.
The world has turned, there is now no up or down
There is only out there, a cosmos of discovery and mystery.
Certainty has been eroded some of the mystery unfolded
His idealism remains a constant challenge to our humanness.
His choice to drink the cup, to go on loving the unloving
To demonstrate that out there the father is aware, waiting
Waiting for the love to display itself among the nations
That outside of dogma and certainty, not knowing is OK
That outside the understanding of the few, the many exist
So love does not distinguish, the cross a choice for all
Good Friday regains its meaning, in the living ones submission
Outside the walls God wins the world, with his all embracing love
© J Tipp
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