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.
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