(dedicated to Paul Stolwyck)
A
day like any other
begins
in darkness enshrouded
in
an envelope of silence,
the
silence before life,
before
light cracks
slightly,
outlining
the
stone
light
wrapping the stone
light
breaking the stone
The
space behind is left
empty,
particles of dust
filtering
the lighted air,
enclosing
a slab,
empty
a
slab draped
in
discarded shroud
where is he
where is my master
where is my Lord
where have they taken him
Risen.
Painting: After Night by Paul Bennett.
1 comment:
Alleluia! He is risen!
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