Good Friday, His Sufferings.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Today is Easter Sunday 2018
the first or second Easter
what does that matter?

I am in saddest mood today
my thoughts filled all day long
with only Easter sufferings

no, no party mood at all
then I see all those appearances
where and who are they?

when and where? 1985 years ago
at Golgotha of course
who? His whole family, especially his mother
she wept all the time

while she watched
how He was suffering unbearably
so much pain and beaten by the Roman soldiers

how much can a man endure the deepest pain?
all 3.5 liters of blood on the ground
the body of man only contains so much blood

after that only fluid came out
His body, always moisture seeped out
it was not suffice still

the soldiers beat him harder and harder
until the flesh of the body came loose
crucifixion was the standard death penalty in that time

the hardest beatings of the Roman soldiers
after that, both hands were nailed
also on both his legs, so that they stayed together

how much can a person endure the most severe pain?
how did Mary feel?
she had been there all the hours

for the only born Son of God
her eldest son of the family
but the only one from heaven

at that moment he suffered the worst pains
like for every human being
this heaviest painful suffering of Him

we now call these heaviest sufferings GOOD Friday
really? ! You don't mean that,
it ought to be BAD Friday

and after 3 days He was risen
but He did not have the same appearance anymore
Mary Magdalene came to the tomb

it was empty, he was no longer there
the big stone in front of it
had also been pushed aside

suddenly there was someone standing there
Mary Magdalene saw Him and she thought
that He was the gardener

all of a sudden He called her her name
and she recognized Him immediately and
she fell on her knees and said
Rabbi Rabbanee....(that means: Master, my Master)



© Sylvia Frances Chan
Evangelist
AD. Easter Sunday the 1st of April 2018-