in this dark and
dreary tomb I lay
deafening silence
surrounds
throbbing in my
ears
eyes straining for
any sliver of sunshine
only seeing
shadows
nostrils filled
with the stench of
decay and death
hopeless
but waiting
yearning
for Sunday
my heart aches
darkness closing
in
like a vice
surrounding
crushing
invading
i cry out for help
but cannot hear a
sound
not even my own
voice
my vocal chords
strain
aching for release
but all I hear
is silence
hoping
praying
for Sunday
wrapped in rough
fibers
my arms pulled
tight against me
trapped
wrestling with
that which entombs me
holds me hostage
keeps me captive
my struggle brings
me no salvation
only causing more
fear
more terror
fighting yet
finding no freedom
begging
crying
for Sunday
Eli Eli lama sabachthani?
My Lord my Lord
Why have you forsaken
me
Why are you so far
from helping me, from the words of my groaning?
O my God, I cry by
day, but you do not answer;
And by night, but
find no rest.
why have you left
your servant alone
abandoned to the
grave
to be attacked
beat down
destroyed
why me Lord?
help me
please
i wait
i yearn
i hope
i pray
i beg
i cry
for Sunday
for Life
for Resurrection
For You.
