“Friday”

We who now stand here, in the light, and watch
Can see the blackness of that day of wrath—
Of “darkness, gloom, and storm” akin to Sinai’s fire—
And not despair, for we have heard the rest.
But from the bleakness of that evil day,
Or in a darkened mind’s futility,
How foolish it would seem to talk of victory!

Yet how God’s glory triumphs even here!
For even though he promised long ago
All that has taken place, “who has believed”?
From the beginning nothing was concealed,
But not until his triumph was complete
(And he himself—alive—had shown it plain)
Did any angel, man, or lesser thing
Begin to understand the Master’s plan.

I wrote this last week for today’s occasion. As in last year’s poem at this time, I tried to bring together ideas from various parts of Scripture, but as with that poem it seemed to largely “write itself.”

As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions, questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. (In other words, if you liked this poem, or you didn’t like it, or it made you think of something, or … please leave a comment to let me know.) If you liked this, you can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog (starting with yesterday’s archive installment, since the full archive is by now, at well over a hundred poems, somewhat daunting); I’d especially like to know which poems you think are my best.

This poem is also archived on my wiki. If you like it, you are also encouraged to share it with others, subject to my sharing policy.

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