Tenebrae











The mute lamb
Bleeds-gives-gives
For each breathing body
Scattered, united.
Ancient words
Harmonize hearts
Compel trust, press pupils
To tenderly touch truth.
Fuzzy shadows witness
The dimming hope—
Hot glowing candles
Die without a weep—
silently
The gray smoke rises,
Floats, without pity;
Every soul needy, weak.
We bemoan our failure
To give Love praise.
Slowly darkness swallows.
And light expands despite
Our reckless ways.
We lament the suffering
we all too well make.
In time, we submit
To the Holy Mystery—
Love’s great reign
Over salvation history.
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