After Romans 5:6-11
The darkness came
at the ninth hour, when
the day should have been filled
with light. The darkness rolled
across the landscape, the clouds
heaving in agony, rocks cracking,
the wind tearing at men’s souls,
hearts, minds. The darkness came
and tore the curtain, the veil,
in one motion ripping the authority,
shredding, a sound like a scream.
The darkness rolled and thickened
like fog, its initial mystery transformed
into a terror, a wrath poured out
upon a substitution. The darkness poured
through hearts and minds and souls
and spirits, flowing in love,
a terrible, terrifying love.
Photograph by Elti Meschau via Unsplash. Used with permission.