Golgotha

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 and adapted from Clouds Are The Dust Of His Feet, by Ruth Bell Graham. ©1992. The Ruth Bell Graham Literary Trust