It’s Friday

Crawling into the week
Broken and battered
Bruised and weak
Barely holding on
Clinging to hope
Raw, quiet, holy

Reflecting
Remember the despair when the crowd turned
Remember the pain of betrayal
Remember the silence in the garden
Remember the solitude of being alone

A shell at the feet of Jesus
My heart can’t take the weight of it all
Desperate for the story to be different

The shallowness of our anguish wallows
When we don’t see the ending in the shadows
The depth of joy is beyond understanding—on Friday

A week filled with sadness and confusion
In the Fridays of life, where hope looks lost
We have the promise of Sunday

Solemn reverence
In the raw, quiet,
Peace is found