Good Friday to you;
To me,
Somber darkness fills
My heart.
I have become a part,
Come apart from the fold
Where distraction
Of walls
Deadens the sound...
Dark curtains blind skies,
Black with bated thunder;
Declaration forsaken;
A moment's hesitation
For the clap--
Rent manifestation!
The black garment torn;
Mourning's proof rendered;
Ragged edged light,
Pulsing, blinding,
Unbinding.
Blind that I am,
Good Friday to you.
To me,
Somber darkness fills
My heart.
I have become a part,
Come apart from the fold
Where distraction
Of walls
Deadens the sound...
Dark curtains blind skies,
Black with bated thunder;
Declaration forsaken;
A moment's hesitation
For the clap--
Rent manifestation!
The black garment torn;
Mourning's proof rendered;
Ragged edged light,
Pulsing, blinding,
Unbinding.
Blind that I am,
Good Friday to you.
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