Poem for Good Friday

Any Other Way

R

The worst thing I have done to you
Is try to live your life for you

The problem isn't you
it's me
and my impossibilities

I know you're hurt by what I say
I don't know any other way

I speak of you and criticize
you say I have the kindest
eyes

I treat you like you're never right
You say you dream about me every night

What I've done to you
is not ok
I don't know any other way

There are feelings that can't change
There are childhoods that feel strange
There are times when I can't cry
But I cannot tell you why

I once knew why
but I forget
I'm left with
what I haven't forgotten yet.

There are times when I can't cry
But I cannot tell you why.

See,

I saw it in a dream
and I think I know
what it means

All we had done to
break the law
was all undone
by what I saw

He spoke of what was very hard to accept
He took one last look at us and then

He wept.

I saw what had been done to him
where the trash is tossed outside of

Jerusalem.

I think I cried the most I have ever cried
When I heard the last words he spoke before he died,

" Forgive them, Father"

I heard him say,

"They don't know
any other way."