“Three Silences”

A silence reigned, before Abraham.
Blank heavens never spoke.
They just aged, above the clamor.

Holy Saturday.  Christ entombed.
A second silence: a question.
Will heaven answer the Lamb’s final cry?
Vindication?  Or just a dark maw,
arcing heedlessly to nothing at all?

Now, the unending Eighth Day, our Age of Grace,
silence speaks comfort, o lamb.
The Spirit speaks, because He lives.
The heavens say love.

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