Good Friday Liturgy

If your music can’t describe the agony

without the temptation to temper it with sweetness,

let it crash to the floor.

If your canvas cannot portray

the infinite end, the sightless abyss, the void,

let it be empty.

If your words can do no more

than faintly echo the forsaken psalm,

then let them speak silence.

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