Holding Hands with Grief

I am linking up for the Five Minute Friday. The FMF is hosted by Kate Motaung over at our Five Minute Friday website. Today’s word prompt is “next.” We would love to have you join us.

Grief holds my hand

As I stand at the foot

Of the cross.

My savior


A crown of thorns

Upon his head

Nails driven

Into his hands and side

Blood poured out

Blood that is his

And not ours.

Shouts of crucify him

Darkness befalls

His body lifeless

This day is what it’s all about. We cannot have Easter without the pain and reality of Good Friday. Jesus must die before he can be raised. I often find myself imagining I’m standing at the foot of the cross waiting for Jesus to take himself down. Yet he doesn’t. Tears and grief are holding my hand as I wonder and wait for what’s next.

16 thoughts on “Holding Hands with Grief

  1. Beautiful words, Tara. I know what you mean about waiting there near the cross, wondering if there is any hope.

  2. So powerful! It’s hard to get through this day… and the temptation is to keep the distance –but to lean in close to the Cross and stay… So much yes and amen (and Sunday is coming!) xoxo

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