April 03, 2021

Poem: Noon Day Sun



He hangs by nails

Above rocks of skull

The noon sun fails

Black clouds overfull


Three hours of dark

Three hours of pain

Three hours no spark

Three hours dark reigns


The guttural cry

The final plea

His breaths die

His Spirit rests free


Rocks slash ajar

Graves yield their saints

The earth shudders

A soldier utters:


“Truly, this was the Son of God”


Behind hewn rock,

His body stays

Earthen waves shock

Lightning strikes blaze


Two angels declare:

“He is gone; He is risen”

Women search elsewhere

For He fled death’s prison


Brighter than noon day sun

He parts the clouds

He blesses one by one

His love enshrouds


Truly He is the Son of God


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