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.