A Good Friday Poem by Anita Barickman Roberts

Alert for new buds, watching
Through the fog, darkness,
Shifts in the air.  Skin untouched
By caress of loved family,
Remembered embrace, searching
For smiles on the screens
Memory blossoms, comforts.

Testing the fabric of our hopes
Each fiber coming alive through
Prayer, when a butterfly opens
Over a blossom

Our beloved has died
Light leaves the sky
Suffering ends in death
But we keep alive our hope
Easter will arise in our hearts
Innocence and faith survive