Good Friday …

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 ;

the Messiah;

for here, in reparation for our sins, lies God incarnate,

Jesus Christ crucified.

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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