Curtains: A Prayer of Reflection

The curtain flapped ferociously all day

and at one point tore, split in two, rent.

Then it fell, instigating mourning, as it were,

and in its own way signaling a long goodbye,

and blood dropped, dripped upon scorched earth

accompanied by weeping and a lonely silence

as eyes closed, heads turned unable to watch

the body be removed slowly and ensconced in a tomb

where, to the unspiritual eye, it later vanished

but to those with eyes to see, it unwrapped the world

and gifted us with Easter and resurrection

and no more need for curtains.