For the month of April, I am exploring various forms of poetry. Today’s poem is an Etheree. It is a ten-line poem beginning with a one-syllable line – each line increasing by one syllable ending with a ten syllable line.

Good
Friday
Jesus Christ
A crown of thorns
He carried His cross
Through Jerusalem’s streets
To the hills of Golgotha
Hung on the cross between two thieves
Suffered and died to redeem our sins
Now we wait – for Him to rise from the dead