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Good Friday 2019

How many times has he died today?

In hospices and on highways

In NICUs and in nursing homes,

Dirty apartments and death rows?

 

In how many ways was he pierced today?

By crack and chemotherapy

By fentanyl and friendly fire

Drive-by, drone strike and drunk driver?

 

In how many tombs was he laid today?

In plastic urns and in mass graves

In lime pits and in tidy rows

Left on his cross and to his crows?

 

How many times is he risen today?

It is not given me to say.

But all that is within me cries

He does not die, except to rise.

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Blessed be the name of the Lord

Lord over the laughing child
And over schools last day
Lord over their long delight
And their unending play

Lord of the dripping morphine
And the necrotic sore
Lord of the catheter bag
And the unopened door.

Lord of the daughters of Lot
And sons of Abraham
Lord of his forsaken self
For whom he sends no ram.

Lord of the unanswered cry
And of the lonely bed
Lord who came to be with us
Both the living and the dead

Blessed be the name of the Lord.