My Good Friday Meditation:

Eloi, Eloi lema sabachani;

My God, My God why have you forsaken me?

God lived among:

Flesh walking, teaching,

admirable life.

But now abandoned, utterly alone.

Innocent, draped in blood and

suffering,

But this is not the horror.

The horror finds being in

homicidal loneliness.

This is hell.

The absence of God, reserved for

the godless;

Still it is I, the so called religious,

who knows this absence.

Is this not to be avoided?

At all cost, "Flee from darkness,"

I pray, "Medicate me from

suffering."

Yet within it,

I know my God,

and in forsakenness,

my God is with me.