Good Friday

Twilight gloaming,
Before the dark,
But the dark is dissipated
In the lighter air around our souls.
Your light, Lord, lifting our weighty
Bodies from the black earth.

In the gleaming night sky
You carry us lightly,
Across a saint starred heaven.

Even in sinking nightmare,
In breathless darkness,
Your glow guides us up,
Your light smacks the darkness,
So we are lifted in light.