Good Friday
Am I a stone and not a sheep
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss,
And yet not weep?
Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;
Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon,–
I, only I.
Yet give not o’er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.
Poetry by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Public Domain
Nigel Borrington 
Beautiful photo and poem. They complement each other well 🙂
March 29, 2013 at 10:52 pm
Beautiful image and poem. I’m not sure what or if you celebrate at this time of year, but hope you have a wonderful weekend.
March 29, 2013 at 11:04 pm
Stunning photo.
March 30, 2013 at 4:33 am
A very fitting photograph and poem for Good Friday from one of my favourite poets. Happy Easter!!!
March 30, 2013 at 6:19 am