Holy Saturday
Brooding over the deep,
the loss hardly understood
in the silence of what has been.
Darkness not black,
aquamarine and streaks of blue-grey,
glints of purple, claret-red.
A ribbon of green light finds movement
like plunging into water
and drawing out, dripping,
mixing elements.
Come, see the place.
Gloria Brooke
Holy Week 2025
AndyLJBrooke 
A glimpse into the eternal heart of God, offered in colour and words
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Thanks Stephen, you have captured the essence of our intentions in the works.
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