Published on: April 2nd, 2007
Good Friday and Rising
An Easter poem
Published in:
Living Worship
Nightdark mixed with gravity
yet this black sky
rises higher
than any remembered light.
See there—and there?
Huge shovelfuls of black
thrown up against
the heavens like questions.
Who buried the sunlight?
What is this cup
of dark
turned earth-side down?
God Almighty
with his eyes shut?
Smoke from a record-breaking
burnt sacrifice?
Suppose this darkness were
all shadow, past and future,
shoved into
one three-hour space.
Suppose—for this one night—
a sky made of mystery.
Suppose a few million stars
sprinkled like clues.
—Barbara Seaman
