silent sabbath

 

laid down life for friends

blood congealed, stiff body wrapped

stone seals death in tomb

soldiers wipe spear and spikes clean

women grieve over spices

 

divine chiaroscuro

 

we mark a dark yet holy day

when Light himself was crucified

condemned by men, unjustly tried

 

son suffered, father turned away

wrapped up in gloom, laid in coldĀ tomb

“now God is dead!” the demons say

 

to save from shadow’s curse, light died

we mark a dark yet Good Friday.