In the heat of the night,
the beasts and terrors
are groaning and growling.
But then, it is darkest before dawn.
Never was a night so massive,
so cold,
so heavy,
as in those three hours.
In the ninth hour
he gave his spirit,
split open the abyss,
to erupt the living,
baring witness.
Eternity
now became
a promise,
a new
concept:
The crack of dawn
reveals a new day.
Triumphant and in splendour
the bridegroom comes for his bride.
poetry
