Saturday, April 15, 2017

holy saturday, 2017

this day should be solemn

shall we do the stations again today?
shall we attend tenebrae?

(quiet yourself)     (let everything that breathes be silent)

the candles are slowly extinguished
until only one remains

tenebrae means darkness

yet I always think of vertebrae
this darkness a backbone

the weight of silence

doubt some sort of foundation
from which to leap     start

how long do we ignore joy?

at the end of it all
a shout     a great drumming     thunder

my heart

my heart
my heart