there is no bright

side of the moon

this night.

the crickets and birds

have all quieted their call.

there is an

overwhelming silence

as the soul waits

in fear and anticipation.

in our apathy towards sin,

we have hung Him

upon the Cross.

“Crucify Him”…

we yelled.

with our voices.

“Crucify Him!”

we said with our actions

towards one another.

our bodies cry out

to the universe,

“Crucify

The Lord.”

then as His side is

pierced with a lance,

we watch the blood

and water flow which

cleanses our eyes to see.

in our shame

we weep.

it is only then

that we realize

that in our sins,

we are responsible for

nailing Jesus to the Cross.