“Time passes and fear spreads.”
A long shadow creeps across the ground. People shy away from it, scuttle sideways to avoid it, glance away from its starkness. And then, strangely it vanishes. The source of the shadow is still there, but the light is gone. Its midday, but the light has gone out.
A man is on a cross.
A tendril of cold creeps through the soul of the guard, as he gazes upwards. The sun has darkened. The moans of the crucified men ripple through the darkness. The crowd shivers and closes together. The cold is not physical. The light has gone out.
A drop of blood falls from a protruding nail.
Time passes and fear spreads. People cry out in mockery, trying to stave off the horror that grows within. Foolishly, someone tries to drug a thirsty man with vinegar and gaul. He rejects it. Time passes and fear grows within. The light has gone out.
His Body stiffens and He cries out.
The shock rips through the crowd, they have been pierced to the heart. Guilt rends souls, tears well and breaths are kept. Peace offered, not snatched away, but left at the foot of the cross. Unbelief hardens some hearts, hope frees others. The light has gone out.
A Curtain separating Creator from the creation is torn apart.
Roving guards are rushing now, the Sabbath draws near. Bones snap to speed death, but one has already died. A spear cuts through the air, flesh, water, blood. There is no movement. The cross is lowered, the body removed. The light has gone out.
The Light shall Return!
My buddy Geoff lives in Lower Sackville, Nova Scotia, Canada.