Good Friday Blue

Emilio DeGrazia…

After catechism, Communion, Confirmation,
The hardening of trust into truth,
We expected rain Good Friday afternoons.

No baseball then, no playing in streets,
No kicking the can, no
Playing robbers or war
Those painful hours from noon to three.

In those days we always saw the evidence: Rain,
A steady stream of punishment,
The Holy Spirit’s drizzle descending like ash,
Or wayward bursts, big as water balloons,
Dropped from passing clouds
Flying in formation overhead,
A certain proof of God.

Today, that April day again
When the only gospel is the same old news,
The dying still goes on.
But the sky is faultlessly blue,
An Easter sky ahead of its times,
One more kind of progress to endure.
In such skies one famous old death
Happened once and for all,
But new ones everywhere provide
Too much cause to agonize.

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