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A poem for Good Friday

Or rather, a poem by R S Thomas which to me seems perfect for Good Friday:

In Church

Often I try

To analyse the quality

Of its silences. Is this where God hides

From my searchings? I have stopped to listen,

After the few people have gone,

To the air recomposing itself

For vigil. It has waited like this

Since the stones grouped themselves about it.

These are the hard ribs

Of a body that our  prayers have failed to animate. Shadows advance

From their corners to take possession

Of places light held

For an hour. The bats resume

Their business. The uneasiness of the pews

Ceases. There is no other sound

In the darkness but the sound of a man

Breathing, testing his faith

On emptiness, nailing his questions

One by one to an untenanted cross.

April 2, 2010 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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