In Service of Shadows
Tenebrae:
ritual
requires
all candles
extinguished.
Acknowledge
in darkness
this planet,
this grieving.
I’m continually fascinated by how some people – communities or individuals – can make space for grief … and how some others relentless insistence on ‘this’ being some Part Of The Plan or Lesson. Sometimes awful things like pandemics, fascists, genocide, and war happen. Who wouldn’t weep? Who hasn’t?
(It also occurred to me after the drawing was done that it might have made more sense to draw the candle in grayscale, since tenebrae means shadows… but, oh well.)
Poetry Friday is hosted today at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme. Thanks, Matt!
