Poem for Good Friday

O Jesus, on the cross, alone,
you are the only God I know;
my pleading heart a barren stone
no heaven finds but here below.

I met you hanging on a tree
in woods obscure, half spent the day,
forsaken by your God, like me,
without a friend to share the way.

Companionship then let us keep—
though mortal fear each footstep bars—
as we descend through dark and deep,
together searching for the stars.

Good Friday

Bach. The Passion According to St. John, in an exquisite performance by the Bach Collegium Japan, directed by Maasaki Suzuki.

Part I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII

I can hardly bear to pick favorites, but if you have to choose, I’d say 3, 5, 10, and 11. [Read more…]

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