Good Friday Again

Wassilly Kandinsky

Good Friday again
and again the question
What’s so good about it?
Yet another gray day
another gray week

Years have a way
of taking all the colors
out of life’s familiarities
Soon we fail to see all
but its silhouettes

Our box of crayons
all spent but for gray
till even our hands give`
up any coloring at all
and at last we die

Good Friday again
the day the One died
to restore all life’s colors
in a color`blind world
Sunday a Rainbow


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Good Friday Again

  1. Happy Easter, my friend


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