Friday

The sky peels back to purple

and thunder slaps the thighs of heaven,

and all the tears of those who grieve

fly up to clouds and are released and drench the earth.

The ones who see and hear

know

that all is lost.

The only One named Savior

died

upon a cross.

The ones who believed and loved

huddle together

stunned.

All night long

the angels weep.