Waiting

Enveloped in silenceI walked past puddlesIn the drizzling tears Of a gray, spring sky.Birds and crickets hushed,Graybeard blooms languished,Dogwood petals strewnOver the wet ground.Creation mourned.Remembered.Waited.

³³ And when the sixth hour was come, there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour. ³⁴ And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? (Mark 15:33 – 34, KJV)

Photo – Pine Tree Crosses