A Poem By Ruth Bell Graham – Golgotha

March 28, 2016

Categories: Ruth Bell Graham


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