Good Friday Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

It is a great day of feeling,
Feeling and thinking
And looking up to
In utter reverence and repentance
And expiation,
Pardon and forgiveness,
Looking up to,
Praying to,
Confessing before
To be forgiven and condoned.

The Lord on the Cross with the stretched
Hands Divine
And the nails piercing into the Body Divine
And the Spirit in pains,
How to absolve, absolve,
How to seek for redemption and deliverance,
But the lesson which mankind learnt from
The Soul Divine
Will never go in vain
As that was just a play of the Divine
To teach mankind otherwise?