As he painted stars into the sky
did God mourn each human soul who would ever die lost?

As God walked in the first grass meadows of this earth
did he cry, his tears burning for each human indecency
 we would give to one another?

When the Son cried out, “!Why- Forsaken…!“,
-what dread tore deep through the father whose closed eyes
 still saw every agony like sparks
 illuminate the frame of man in an epiphany of fire?

And healing Born, as resurrection eyes drank in morning light
three days from death, now fear conquered. Deliverance, now
healing for the soul of God.

Darkness folding like ocean tide, but wicks rising flame immortal
as one by one some turn, open to the light.