#38darkness

I see God bowed and brooding,
his arms falling around his dear earth,
after cruel jeers
condemned his son to death.
Doubled up with grief,
he came close to the jagged earth,
his arms around, almost touching.
And it reminds me of this year;
of all the loneliness,
the people in their boxes,
staying safe by staying alone,
perhaps God is bent
and broken by our grief,
by our struggles too,
perhaps he comes close
when the darkness is too dark
to see by.