Poem: Good Friday

I wrote this poem several years ago; it has undergone several revisions, of which this is the most recent:

On a day called Friday,
which is also called Good–
the God-man hung
on the tree, accursed, in
dereliction — forsaken — he absorbed
infinite wrath; separated,
he related, not as Son,
but as Sin,
spilling amnesty blood,
and rending the curtain.


About Danny Slavich

I am a Christian husband, father, pastor, and poet. I lead Pembroke Road Baptist Church a multi-cultural, multi-generational church in urban South Florida.
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2 Responses to Poem: Good Friday

  1. Ben says:

    I like this poem. Good word images and it flows well. “spilling amnesty blood” is cool.

  2. Pingback: Easter Part 1: Good Friday « The Slavich Family Shenanigans

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