A jaundiced moon sags,
magnified,
just above the tree line.
A mourning light pushes
the death of a Savior
deeper into separation.
It is a day
between
setting
and
rising.
It has been years since I have been so moved by this season. Death came close and now the death of Jesus skims beneath the biblical accounts to a mourning, grateful heart. This is the one full day of silence. Death is turning over in its grave and the sting is being removed.
Gerald the Writer 
Jerr…always good to hear from you. Good Friday is always one of those melancholy days. I don’t remember the day my mom died and I always think of her with wonderful memories. I do get hit by Good Friday in a weird way…no matter what I am doing…then slowly…Saturday turns from post grieving to hope and we rip it up with a great Sunday celebration. Enjoy the remembrance and say Hi to Pete for me.
Will do Dan, Thanks for stopping by. Sunday’s a comin’!
Jerry, so blessed and encouraged by having “found” you here. Won’t it be rich that next time we greet each other we will have symbolically and viscerally celebrated setting reversed to rising and our faces can reflect the Alleluia life?
Warm greetings to you and your family and prayers for a tender, celebratory, and restorative Easter.
Thank you Laura. Sunday is a comin’! Thank you for your prayers. Peace and Joy to that busy farm of yours!
you capture it so perfectly…the day between…each year it feels to me like hanging between heaven and earth somehow…happy easter jerry…so good to know you
ditto
Mourning & grateful go together, don’t they?
Why yes they do!
Beautiful…you really captured the feeling of today. This must have been a very long day for those first disciples. Aren’t we blessed to know the rest of the story! A very happy, rejoiceful Easter to you, Jerry…
And also to you Diane. Sunday is comin’!