Good Friday 2014

It was the day of the hammer

The day of the nail

It was the day of the storm

And of the earthquake

For how could the earth

Not shudder and crack

With the blood of its maker

Spilled upon it?

And we huddled in our homes

Beneath the bruise-black sky

And waited for creation

To burn us for blasphemy

And the earth did open

Beneath we, the accursed

But out of the depths

Came not fire, or water

But our beloved, who were dead

Now quickened,

And laughing

And running to embrace us.