In the Silence

early morning

in that eerie

time 

on the edge between darkness and dawn

I walk

smelling the 

rain

and the trees

seeing vaguely the world around me

feeling the softness

of decay beneath my feet

 feeling the cold breath of early dawn

this day is not yet born

the day past

is still heavy on my mind

it is hard to grab hold of the promise
of what might be

it is a difficult time

this silent time

in between

Lord what must it have been like

for your followers

that day

with the darkness of the cross behind them

and the 

rising of the son

yet to come

what must it have been like

in the silence?

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perhaps Lord
for you know us well
there is a purpose to this "empty" space