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.