no sleep,

silence broken by sobs,

nobody wanted to eat,

moving around like shadows,

disbelief,

despair,

questions,

anger,

but most of all numbness,

surely this was a bad dream,

but the sun rose,

and the sounds of the city

filtered into our darkened room,

not the noise and bustling

of previous days,

Sabbath observed made it quieter,

but conversations,

normal conversations,

broke through…

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Why isn’t the whole world grieving?

Why are the birds singing?

Why aren’t the stones shouting?

Why?

Why?

Why?

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Tomorrow we will take spices to the tomb,

tomorrow we will anoint his body,

tomorrow we see again

the brokenness we saw yesterday,

then maybe the horror will

break into our numbness….

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but today silence…

silence, broken by sobs….