Good Friday: Poetic Musing

Today is that day,
under the same shape of moon,
when in some
land
they called
Judea,
Someone was crucified.

I find it
hard to imagine,
what it
must
have been
like.

To pay so
painfully high
a price,
for sinners
and tax-collectors.

Yet You,
You, the Someone
I mentioned,
Did it.

And I am thankful.