
What good about this day?
A day of betrayal and fear and absence
A day of pain and grief and the lowest expressions of humanity
Where life is cheap and death is so common as to not draw attention
What’s good about this day?
When even the Maker is rejected and goodness despised
When games of power are played out at the expense of the powerless
And richly clad rulers snicker behind carefully manicured hands
And think themselves, oh so clever
What’s good about this day?
If all that has been taught about love and peace and joy comes to nothing
And the example, the manifestation, of these good things hangs on a cross
What’s good about this day?
When hope dies and fear reigns and, yet again, the oppressor disposes of another nuisance
And puts the common people in their place
What’s good about this day?
The last day of the ultimate revolution
The last day of a new possibility
The last day of the Prince of Peace
Unless, of course, it’s just the beginning.
