Why is it called Good Friday?
Is it like good luck or a good friend?
Or what do people mean anyway?
What good does Good Friday represent?
I heard Good Friday is
To remember a man who died
But what I don’t understand is this
Someone died and we call it Good, why?
Well I suppose you may say,
It’s a bit like the good in good luck.
You wish the best to come someone’s way
For pleasant things to turn up.
And I guess it’s not wrong
To say it’s like a good friend’s good,
The kind of person we get along,
Whom we love regardless of mood.
So the kind of Good we’re talking about
Is pleasant, desirable and consistent.
But it also has a pinch of doubt
To give us space to be human.
This doubt is the persisting emptiness,
Our fear of uncertainty
That despite good luck, good friend and all the goodness,
Good, it may not turn out to be.
All these are rolled up into one event,
No, actually, one man, yes, him who died.
Imagine he was the luck, he was the friend
We depended on him but he was crucified.
Of course on that actual Good Friday
No sane person would think ’twas good
Our luck left and our friend was taken away,
And they nailed him alive onto a piece of wood.
That we celebrate a man’s pain and death
Good Friday sounds like a cruel joke
But what if, like luck, we can ne’er really guess,
The good at the end of the troubled road.
What if, like our good friend,
Despite the bad days he stays true
What if like an affectionate romance
Its sadness made it beautiful.
What if like the golden sunset
The kingly sun radiates its beam
Because there is darkness as context,
The sky becomes a gorgeous screen.
What if like a little seed
Which died so that a tree may grow
So Good Friday and all its scarlet deeds
Is really sublime, like a red rose in the snow.
Good Friday 2013, 29 March