Though Earth and moon were gone And suns and universes ceased to be And though wert left alone wert - был Every Existence would exist in thee

There is not room for Death Nor atom that his might could render void void - пустотаSince thou art Being and Breath And what thou art may never be destroyed

Brier: Good Friday

Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm

Bends back the brier that edges life’s long way, brier –роза, шиповник, вересккрупный

That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm, Bend back - отогнуть

I do not feel the thorns so much today.

Because I never knew your care to tire,

Your hand to weary guiding me aright, weary – устать, надоесть

Because you walk before and crush the brier,

It does not pierce my feet so much tonight. рierce - пронзать

Because so often you have hearkened to hearken - выслушивать

My selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now,

That these harsh hands of mine add not unto

The crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow.

Poem source

by Pauline Johnson (“Tekahionwake”)

OntarioMohawkpoet, 1861-1913

Cheryl Lawrie “Good Friday”

They call today Good Friday but what could make this day good?

if you have ever believed that love inevitably leads to betrayal this day says it doesn’t. if you have ever believed that some people are unlovable, irredeemable this day says they aren’t. if you have ever believed that there is a limit to forgiveness this day says there isn’t. if you have ever believed you aren’t worth saving this day says you are. if you have ever believed that you don’t deserve freedom this day says you do. if you have ever believed that fear, anger, hate and despair will always win this day says it won’t. this day is good for you.

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