Good Friday,2016 Poem by Daniel Brick
Good Friday,2016
Dedicated to the Faithful
of Two Cities:
St. Petersburg and St. Paul
Can you, safe inside your non-belief,
comprehend my sorrow on this day?
Imagine a forest of lovely, lithe
birch trees, then witness the white bark
ripped from their lean height, exposing
the tender inner wood to the sun's
fierce rays, and thus weakened, watch
a sudden spring storm toss them
mercilessly, until the roots snap, and
the defeated birch trees fall,
one after another to the hard ground.
If you can comprehend that loss
in nature, then surely you can comprehend
my grief over our Savior's suffering
on that first Good Friday, when he died
in agony and forgiveness to redeem
our sin, and then opened wide the Gates
of Heaven, so that souls cleansed
by his sacrifice can join his Glory
in an everlasting realm of peace and joy.
The cruelty and mercilessness inflicted upon Jesus Christ who taught love and kindness to people, the sufferings and torture He had undergone for the sake of humanity so poignantly expressed through the imagery of a falling birch tree.The one who gives us the 'SHADOW when there is hot sun above, is made to suffer in the cruelest way in the hands of humanity'
Wonderful poem, Daniel. Love the part about the trees, because I love trees. I have a white birch in my front yard. It used to be a 'clump birch but all the shoots died but one, so now it is just one single trunk.
The dramatic imagery of birch trees stripped of bark and Christ slowly dying on the cross resonates in a stunning way. The choice of trees is striking to me...such an earthly natural symbol, to try to make a non-believer, yet spiritual person understand the experience of Christ. I observed first communions today in a Church full of graphic imagery of Christ upon the cross, so the timing of reading your poem works for me personally.
Love the video-like image of the birch trees falling and being defeated and it's comparison to Jesus crucified, suffering and sacrificing for all people. Mystically spiritual in a silent divine way, a mist being parted and giving enlightenment. Humbly filled with a quiet faith that our souls were cleansed by Him. An amazing look at His promise of hope in life. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Christ Resurrect! Thank you for sharing pain and apprehension of Christ's sufferings, Daniel! St. Piter's half feels tis poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Great allusion of the broken birch tree and the tree Jesus broke Himself for all mankind. Christ death could be ignoble and brought low, according to some people. But had He not sacrificed Himself we would lost our only hope and glory. score 10 ++++ Thanks Daniel.