I don’t know the theology of today
but I know the story is true. Know
that family and friends surround you,
that someone will betray you,
that you will be falsely accused
because all you’ve ever been is you.
Know this enough to make local and
state and religious governance tremble.
Know the mockery of justice served,
know the libation of innocence relieving
responsibility to please a mob of religious
cronies crying for blood and death
and know the approval for both given.
Know the suffering and agony,
the attempt of the dead to kill the living.
know the descent into the underworld,
the walk out, the temptation to see how
far you’ve come by looking back
which would keep you there.
Know the rest of the story
which is, like all good stories, yours
and mine. Know the practical miracle
of understanding and surviving,
that new day we walk in. Maybe that’s
why this Friday is called Good.
-Byron Hoot
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