A heart pounding,
Straining to get away
With such effort
I can see it in my mind's eye,
Held back from God
Only by the cage of ribs,
Sinew and muscle
And life

How music lifts us,
How words thread into the soul
And buoys up the heart
Tying us close to le Dieu.

As the moon shines
In harvest,
Round and golden,
And Mars glimmers bright,
Good Friday ends.