Good Friday: Darkness
In the darkness, the only discernible colors are muted grays and blues. The bright vibrancy of the day makes way for night.
The dark reveals fears I didn't know I had, and the unknown is even more threatening. My accusers are relentless; my shame is on display. The loudest voice screams from within.
I can't see hope. I can't see anyone. I can't see anything.
I'm surrounded, but it's just me now.
I can't see hope. I can't see anyone. I can't see anything.
I'm surrounded, but it's just me now.