TODAY, ON GOOD FRIDAY

Once on a Good Friday,
I saw Him there cracked
In countless wounds
So, I just asked: WHY?
He whispered softly
With all years’ spring breezes,
With all birds sweet melodies:
‘It’s to let each and every
Suffering Human being
Through all history’s
Past, present, and future
Come to dwell eternally
In My Universal Being’.

And today, on Good Friday,
There’s a solemn message,
For all … all, to send
Which is that the Creator
Is sharing His creation’s
Darkest Hour
Which the Dawn
Of the Resurrection
Will surely end.

George Onsy -Egipto-