Charles A. Waugaman – ‘Good’ As In Friday

I read this poem by Charles year-round, often aloud.   There is so much wisdom in his poem, and it also was a great comfort after my mother’s passing in 2004.  May God bless you this Easter and always.  Thank you, Ellen

‘GOOD’ AS IN FRIDAY

He fashioned from their cross
a throne.
He made of death a door.
He robed his nakedness
in love,
And needed nothing more.

For though they wrapped his
broken flesh
in linen crisp and white,
He left sin’s costly fabric
soiled
And cloaked himself in light

That shines the centuries
undimmed
to pierce earth’s dark despair,
By spilling scarlet car-
peting
Up Heaven’s radiant stair.

By Charles A. Waugaman
The Word Incarnate
Elin Grace Publishing, 2003
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Charles edited Time of Singing for many years.  Lora H. Zill has now been the editor for years.  I know many people are grateful this poetry journal continues and grows.   TOS is a part of my life.