(thoughts approaching Easter 7)
No-one celebrates this day.
This is the waiting time,
the coin has been tossed
and beyond human intervention.
The faces of anxiety and jubilation
compete
as the spin continues
and the world turns
its daily course.
No-one celebrates this day.
This is the between day,
the Sabbath day of no existence
when nothing can be done
yet all is being done.
No-one celebrates this day.
Preparation day:
in a cloak of invisibility,
some form of eternity
is at work.
No-one celebrates this day.
Mourning day:
This is the waiting time,
the coin has been tossed
and beyond human intervention.
The faces of anxiety and jubilation
compete
as the spin continues
and the world turns
its daily course.
No-one celebrates this day.
This is the between day,
the Sabbath day of no existence
when nothing can be done
yet all is being done.
No-one celebrates this day.
Preparation day:
in a cloak of invisibility,
some form of eternity
is at work.
No-one celebrates this day.
Mourning day:
when tears abound
and the future,
suddenly unmapped,
lies broken in a dark tomb
with a sentry of stone.
No-one celebrates this day.
and the future,
suddenly unmapped,
lies broken in a dark tomb
with a sentry of stone.
No-one celebrates this day.
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