Not tea related, but my thoughts for the day.
Saturday's Vigil
We wait in the darkness of Friday's cross,
The day does not dawn.
Deep darkness stretches the sky.
Drugged with pain,
Deep in fear, doom filled,
Sorrow rends the earth.
... Leave us, leave us,
We cannot look at you.
Our hearts torn and broken from the day,
We cannot look beyond a tomb.
We cannot see
We cannot hear
We cannot sense
The distant morning.
"It's Friday, but Sunday is coming!"
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