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
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