April 10, 2020

Good Friday. The solemn music of the men at noon at All Souls is in my head. I remembered Golgotha in Jerusalem, the skull and the split rock, and how in that moment we were cleansed and saved forever. Christianity has backtracked from that; I have not. Shake the earth, darken the sky, rend the curtain of the temple. I know what is coming.

The iris put themselves forward, the first being yellow as morning light.