Miracle Good Friday Poems

Four months pregnant
show them the belly.
Real not plastic,

Ultrasound glares pierce
a lack of eye contact

stuck at the Papa John's
on Fountainbridge. Eleven PM.

Drunken men to be avoided.

A...

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The miracle is restoring
joy.

Sometimes this means bringing back the dead,
Opening the eyes of the blind,
Restoring limbs,
and so on,
but these are just means to a Greater...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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He was about thirty

         when he left home,

a strong man by then,

and a skilled carpenter.

He'd helped Joseph

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I was there the day Jesus was crucified upon the cross
I saw his blood fall covering the ground all around his feet
I heard him cry...

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