Golgotha
by Ruth Bell Graham

The darkness fell

too soon that day.

It was still day

when darkness fell;

the rolling

thunder, like a knell

of some grim bell

tolling 

for the dead.

What dead?

For all of life

lay ahead.

Taken by permission from Clouds Are the Dust of His Feet, by Ruth Bell Graham. ©1992. The Ruth Bell Graham Literary Trust.