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
