Tonight I was looking through a scrapbook of poems that my Grandmother had saved.
One of the poems caught my eye since it is Friday night.
The poem is Good Friday Night by Archibald Rutledge.
Archibald Rutledge was the first Poet Laureate of South Carolina and a descendant of John Rutledge, who signed the Constitution and was a chief justice of the US Supreme Court.
The pictures illustrating the poem below were taken during my trips to the Sea of Galilee.
Good Friday Night
The Hills are folded in a mist
By Galilee; on Galilee
A silence comes, and it is night;
The stars awaken tranquilly.
Night’s beauty mirrored in her dreams,
In Galilee; in Galilee
Sleeps, and the stars like spirit barks
More softly on a spirit sea.
The winds sigh with immortal grief
O’er Galilee; and Galilee
Seems mortal and remembers all
That cannot be, that cannot be.
The palms are moving in dim waves
By Galilee, on Galilee
The starlight falls on motionless
Blue waters of a quiet sea.
The shores are hushed, the winds are still
On Galilee; o’er Galilee
The stars are setting far away;
And one has died for you and me.
Archibald Rutledge
Braman's Wanderings 