Shunned At A Funeral - The Quiet Between Cries

The sky still bleeds from yesterday
The stone's too close, but he's too far away
The air is heavy, it will not move
Just silence left where love
Once proved
My hands still smell of tears
And soil
The scent of myrrh, the ache, the toil
I trace the shape where he was laid
And whisper half a broken name
I watched him breathe his final breath
The world bowed low to holy death.
Now faith feels like an
Empty room still filled with nails and perfume gloom
Oh, the quiet between the cries
Feels like heaven closed its eyes.
I can't feel grace, I
Can't feel air
Just echoes
Of a cross still there
The earth still shakes beneath
My knees but
I would trade this tomb for peace
Oh, Lord, you said you
Would arise, but the quiet still replies.
And music
I hear the wind through
Olive trees
It hums his words like
And singing memories
He said this and singing] temple
Would not stand
But rise again by and singing
His own hand.
Three days, he said.
Three
Nights to keep while and singing
Heaven waits.
The earth won't sleep.
I
Count the hours through my tears.
Each one a wound
Each one a fear
I saw the veil.
I saw it torn the day
The world was reborn.
If death
Was conquered when he
Died, then hope can't be denied
Oh, the quiet between the cries
Feels like heaven closed its eyes
I can't feel grace.
I can't
Feel air
Just echoes of a cross still there
But maybe mercy holds its breath between
The cradle and the death
Oh, Lord, you said and music you would rise.
So, why do
I still hope
The dawn breaks pale.
My heart beats loud.
I see the stone.
I see
No shroud.
The garden hums a sacred tone.
The silence sings, "I'm
Not alone."
A shadow moves where light
Has grown and softly
Speaks my name and
I know he's alive
And singing screaming