Good Friday


The Long Day Wanes


The long day wanes,


Shadows carry

The rising darkness

To completion.

Slowly, slowly

The dimming light retreats,

While the heart

May grieve the day without

The hope of another just like it.

The white-hot yellow sun is gone down.

The cool moon rises

To cast new shadows

In a magic world of blue’s night black,

Where the true nature of things

Seem larger and simpler


Dare us

To embrace them.

The time is near,

I fear,

The time is near,

While preparing to lie down




Forever sleep.

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4 Responses to Good Friday

  1. francarbonaroattnet says:

    I feel the dare myself this morning, Michael…….feels like a most powerful full (and blue) moon about to burst and pour down on us. The ancestors are breathing close to our ears, our hearts.
    Big Love to you and Andie.

  2. robin andrea says:

    Suns and moons, our earth spinning, hard to remember the bigness of it all sometimes.

  3. Tara says:

    “This” is vast, isn’t it?

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