Ruth - Tenebrae

Now comes the agony of His long dark night. And the dismal places I go to seek Him some reprieve. Staking everything I have for Him to be torn back out of the world before His ultimate suffering comes, until my pores flow with blood and the sweat and the tears are drained out of me -

I know you have also begged for such relief, fighting every inducement to end your own life so you can avoid bearing witness -

Pray for Him on this night when He should have died of His wounds. Beg that He not be made so stubborn and so proud. Send tears back into the Maundy darkness where He somehow maintains His life -

And to every place I visit on my night-journey. Knocking and entreating like some crazed, mendicant priest. To end His life before the dawn ever begins, or to forbid dawn from coming back into the world when this ghastly night of Tenebrae finally reaches its end.

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