T.L. Morrisey

Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts

Friday, April 2, 2021

Good Friday morning on the Loyola Campus

It's quiet here on the Loyola Campus; classrooms are empty, dorms closed, library closed, no students on campus for over a year. 

 

Facing Sherbrooke Street West, chapel on the right

The Vanier Library



Main administration building

Thursday, April 18, 2019

"Good Friday" by A.J.M. Smith

It's Good Friday 2019. Here is A.J.M. Smith's poem "Good Friday"; note that in the final stanza he uses the archaic word "meed", defined by Oxford as "A person's deserved share of praise, honour, etc."

My mother and I, Easter at St. Matthew's Church, 1957


GOOD FRIDAY

By A.J.M. Smith

This day upon the bitter tree
Died one who had he willed
Could have dried up the wide sea
And the wind stilled,
And when at the ninth hour
He surrendered the ghost
His face was a faded flower,
Drooping and lost.
Who then was not afraid?
Targeted, heart and eye,
Struck, as with darts, by godhead
In human agony.
For him, with a cry
Could shatter if he willed
The sea and earth and sky
And them re-build,
Who chose amid the tumult
Of the darkening sky
A chivalry more difficult—
As men to die,
What answering meed of love
Can this frail flesh return
That is not all unworthy of
The god I mourn?