A reflection for Holy Week
Light flickering,
batteries exhausted
candle guttering
bulb dying.
Light, limiting our horizons,
reducing our world
creating the terror of the dark,
closing in around us.
Light, missing, losing the path, hiding the way.
Light falling away quickly
Watching the lights disappear,
leaving behind an emptiness
a hole where they once were
and the darkness encroaching
drawing closer and stronger.
Lights, burnt into our retina, leaving the impossible shadows
that continue to appear in our vision, long after they’ve gone.
Longed for light, that can resolve the phantoms of the darkness
into reality.
Darkness that came with the extinguishing of the light.
Blackening the world, and leaving only the memory of the light
and hope.
Hope that the light will return
hope that the dawn will transform the landscape
lighting the path, banishing darkness
and resolving the shapes that terrify.
Hope – but for now, darkness.
The light is going, has gone.
But still, we hope.