The moments after that final gasp
That plea for mercy, the Son’s call
Out of the Forsaking Father’s grasp
He hung, wilted, a crime-less criminal
The day that lingered into eternity
The hours that brought darkness down
Beyond humanity
What do we call this breaking,
This new birth
The day after the curtain tore in two
The sunrise after the end of Earth,
As the light curls around the horizon blue,
And reaches into this waiting abyss.
Stretched between violent sacrifice,
And jubilant resurrection story
What do we call the time spent,
With hope amiss,
Between Death and
Glory.
Where do we send our prayers, when
Salvation is buried behind the stone
How long do we bloody our knees,
Begging at the foot of a pulseless cross
Alone
When we waited with bated breath,
The weight of all the earth held still
Lo one day, we steep in our own death
Then, miracle! From the cup, the will,
Life lifted before us into great Eternity.
We know the Easter mourn is ready
We know the scars will be shown
We know the tomb is found empty
We know the Saviour on the Throne.
But on this day, we mix in the mire and the brine,
In this long, hellish divide of time,
Pressed between damnation and salvation,
We wait for that final, joyous, angelic
Declaration.