Tag Archives: English Poems on Pain

A Good Friday: Christina Georgina Rossetti Am I a stone, and not a sheep, That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross, To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss, And yet not weep? Not so those women loved Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee; Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly; Not so the thief was moved; Not so …

Good Friday Poem: Alan Allegra “What makes Good Friday good?” you ask. A challenge! A rather daunting task. Some may dismiss it with a shrug and a smirk, And consider it another day off work. Others, religious, pious as such, Take a few minutes for a mournful watch; Merchants unlock their doors with glee, Anticipating the pre-Easter shopping spree. A bunny …

There arose a Soul princely Before Christ, in the sixth century, To revive the Hindu religion mighty, Of India, the ancient country. He was a great reformer, Born to Suddhodana, his father, And Maya, his devoted mother, To shine on their cap as a feather. Born in a grove, Lumbini At the bank of river, Rohini, Near Kapilavastu, a small …