A Poem By Ruth Bell Graham – Golgotha

March 28, 2016

Categories: Ruth Bell Graham


Golgotha

The darkness fell
too soon that day.
It was still day
when darkness fell
the rolling
thunder, like a knell
of some grim bell
tolling
for the dead.

What dead?
For all of life
lay ahead.


from Clouds are the Dust of His Feet by Ruth Bell Graham


Matthew 27:45-54

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