Today, You Are Quiet

Today, you are quiet.
Hidden in the grave,
Behind a stone in the white washed tomb--
A respite from the lashing,
An escape from the mocking,
A break from the suffering.

Today, you are quiet.
Lying in peace,
Wrapped in white linen stained with your blood--
Blood that ran freely yesterday,
Now dried dark flakes of crimson
On your brow hands and feet.

Today, you are quiet.
Yesterday, you cried out--
"Behold!" to your mother,
"Amen!" to the criminal,
"Abba! Forgive them!" to your Father
And it was finished.

Today, you are quiet.
Waiting for your Father to respond to your plea.
Tomorrow, with one breath from you
The angels will shout,
All of nature will sing,
Women will run and tell,
Villagers will whisper,
Disciples will ask, "Could it be?"
You will say, "Touch and see!"

But today, you are quiet.


-Hope Horner, 2012
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