Easter- not yet dawn

Longing for the Dawn

One of His dearest had betrayed Him -even to death,

Another- so devoted- first with insight-

Denied that he had ever known Him. And then,

His Father turned His face away.

Still

He accepted it.

  Sorrowing, bleeding, dying.  And then,

Low in the grave He lay.

His dear ones

mourning, disheartened, ashamed-

some even sure that this was all a pipe-dream.

Low in the grave He lay.

For all the world, death had won.

Where was this victory, proclaimed with His death?

He had done it.

 Suffered, endured the turned face of God- for all.

Experienced abandonment

so none of us would have to.

And still…. His dear ones fled. 

He waited- dead.

The finished work- was silent.