Waiting for Tenebrae

Waiting for Tenebrae

The Easter garden is garish and warm

                With the scent of 30 burning church candles

And it is all the better for it

Countless potted plants

Touch the shadows

With rich hues

Pale pinks

And red

                White

                And butter yellow blooms

In a forest of green stems

This side chapel steeped

                In dancing candle flicker

                Caresses the darkness

                Shadows convulsing in response

This brick formed chapel

Sings of light and

                Life in the midst

                Of dark

As candles run down

We wait

In a sea of

Claustrophobic blackness

A darkness that will deepen

As in time

All but one candle

Is extinguished

And then

Even that solitary candle

Will

In its time

Be overcome by the darkness

When Darkness Reigns

Here is a bit of a work in progress for Maundy Thursday, derived from Luke 22:53, it hasn't been possible to complete it in time for Maundy Thursday, but I'll be spending the odd moment on it in the days to come.