The Darkness At Noon
I have known darkness--
the murky ebony of a loveless marriage;
terrifying blackness, death threatened by a husband's hand;
oppressive onyx, my children alone in his shadowy presence;
jeering jet, a son entrapped by substance abuse,
abandoned by his father;
maddening midnight, the terror when my boy died.
This weight of darkness I have known,
lived,
owned.
Yet, I know nothing of the dark depths the Divine endured
for me . . . for the world--
carried on His shoulders,
laid upon His back,
nailed into His hands, His feet;
crushed into His head . . .
blackest terror of isolation complete
when His Father turned His face away,
away from sin's dreadful cost.
The universe in the grip of the eclipse of God--
the darkness at noon.
Copyright, 4/29/2014
Faye Gibson
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