The Tomb

On sitting in the dark

Photo by Michał Mancewicz on Unsplash

The tomb
Sealed shut
Dark and cold
The scent of death hangs in the air
As questions swirl in our minds
How can it be?
Is all hope lost?
Where do we go from here?
Nothing to do
But sit and grieve
Allowing our bodies
To feel the full weight
Of disappointment
Of confusion
Of despair
We will not rush
To find the answer
To justify the pain
To arouse from anguish
We will embrace the darkness
And honor the tears
Bearing witness to the reality
Of the tomb