Meditation for Good Friday

Yea, once Immanuel’s orphan’d cry

His universe hath shaken;

It went up single, echoless –

‘My God, I am forsaken!’

It went up from the Holy’s lips

Amid his lost creation,

That of the lost no son should use

Those words of desolation.

--Excerpt from “Cowper’s Grave” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning