(A Good Friday Poem)

As Black gathers and Darkness circles
As winds howl and stars scream

Night tumbles down as a cloak of wool
and Truth slips under the wicked dream

Hands of Hell touch My face
disclosed, unveiled, where they’re from

Oh, Father,
My Father, my hour has come.

And its Easter Conclusion:

Love rushed back into His chest

and death and hell could hear the scream
the blackest nightmare had been a dream

and Life and Truth and Love at last
broke the dawn as a trumpet blast

wicked lay low and evil was shamed
because Love, because Love would live again!

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