last novena
on good friday parish banks locked
their doors at noon
those inside looking out
waves of worshippers walking by
everyone of them jesus
on his way to calvary
there are no motor cars motoring
no laughter or alcohol
permitted on the streets
groups of pilgrims advancing
visiting nine churches from
cock’s crow ‘til sundown
thunder precedes rain
pelting down like hammer on nail
thinly layered crowds
dispersed by lightning strikes
only the most devout
atop the hill and wailing
december two thousand seventeen
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Wow. The last stanza is powerful.
“thunder precedes rain
pelting down like hammer on nail”
That is strong.
I’m happy you think so – thanks for visiting and commenting again. How does it not rain on Good Friday?