Friday, April 22, 2011

Good Friday

There are no words for that moment
When the temple veil was rent
As darkness overtook the day
Or when water and blood streamed
To form a pool that seeped
Into the fleshy veins beneath

There are no words for scenes
Like these
Yet there is a prayer
Constant in its inexpressible grief
A cry on lips that reaches heaven
A breaking of the heart
That bruises nature
And shrouds the world.

Belfast, Co Antrim, Ireland

Photo of the Way of the Cross, Sister's Chapel, Ndanda Priory

No comments:

Post a Comment