I wonder

I wonder.

Eyes wide open. Bent limbs straightened.

Life direction altered. Forgiveness offered.

Where were they? On this day.

Did fear grip them?
Did busyness bind them?
Did memory fail them?

I wonder

Why religion can scare away wisdom?
And uncertainty closes down possibility?
And how one chooses to kill?
And does having to be right cause blindness?

And angry? So angry.

I wonder

How anyone could believe they might not be Peter?
Or shake a head knowing they would not have slept?

I wonder

What love compels someone to know about cruel death?
And then to walk towards it to the end?

I wonder

Why I sometimes act as if I don’t care?
Because I do.

I wonder

If I can live into the meaning of Friday?
The unknowing of Saturday?

I wonder