Good Friday coming up: we have to get by and through it to get to Easter Sunday, through pain and grief before we get to a brilliant sunrise and joy …


this is the day
God made at midnight
unwound minute by minute             
through darkness past dawn
to this grieving hour

this is the day
to be unloosed
walked through
inhaled   eaten
touched by moving fingers

this is the day
threaded on fine needles
spun by whirling feet
over a bridge’s arc

this is the day
to give the poor
bread on a table
under a tiled roof
where they will dwell
until suns fill the sky


9781771333054_FCA Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, May 2016.

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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1 Response to Proclamation

  1. francinesw says:

    We both know Good Friday does not come only once a year, but we also know that the sun will reappear and so will the and hopes.

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