In the night you come to us.
By the way of dark you step.
Quietly in the rising mist of night.
Silently you wait in time.
Tears of those surround.
Casket laid upon ground.
Dark figures hunched in agony.
Such a loss to bear.
Heavy, pounding is the heart.
Sadness spreads through in silence.
Burden becoming heavier with wait.
The figures begin to move.
Away they walk from this grove.
Leaving behind their sin.
In await of one who will take thereof.
Away from their midst in dark.
For what guilt is there in dark?
Left thereby for another.
Is it not the way?
Leaving sin for another to bear?
Gone is the evidence of the visible.
Deep within hearts there spreads.
Too great a loss to be filled.
What can fill with such sorrow?
Light is brimming the mountain.
Sin still fills the dark crevices.
Of the heart hidden behind.
The sin of the foolish.
Who bears the burden of many?
Man is not our Saviour.
Casting out this old foolishness.
Who but one can take our sins?
Spreading light reflects a truth.
Looking as much like forgiveness.
The sun rises in the east.
As we watch the rising sun.
Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©
