A Good Friday Poem

A Good Friday Poem

For Good Friday, I am sharing a poem written by my daughter, Elizabeth Sunshine Koroma. It’s my favorite Good Friday poem and I think it is particularly impressive that she wrote it while in college. I’m including her explanation of some of the imagery...
Good Friday

Good Friday

The Weeping Sky The icy, grasping hands of fog Grip every barren, gnarled tree. Their shadows in a stagnant pool Like iron bars encompass me The fog surrounds my breaking heart, Veils even Heaven’s constant light. My eyes turn back to Earth below, Where what is true...