The earth revolves in beauty
but the world is dark this night – and still.
A night so brittle with the cold
that stars might shatter into splintered shards;
wounding the earth
with spears of burnt-out silver and of gold ..
cries pierce the air
with lamentation shrill …
for sealed within the tomb
lies He who was prophesied;
He who died unrecognised ;
for here, in reparation for our sins, lies God incarnate,
Jesus Christ crucified.