Good Friday; A Poem

by Hilary Horn

By Mary Harwell Sayler

As our Bible Study group proceeds through scripture each week, we’re often reminded of how a very, very thick curtain separated God’s people from the “Holy of Holies” – a place so holy that even the high priest could not enter but once a year. Inside that sacred space stood the Ark of the Covenant – a gold-covered box containing the stone tablets of the Ten Commandment that God had given to Moses. But, on the cross many centuries later, “Jesus uttered a loud cry and breathed His last breath, and the curtain of the Holy of Holies was ripped in two from top to bottom,” Mark 15:37-38. Only God Himself could have torn that thick curtain from top to bottom! And only God could invite all believers in Christ to enter.

Good Friday

A sword
slashes the sky.
The gash thunders.

Inside the Temple,
the veil in front of
the Holy of Holies
rips apart.

My heart enters.

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