Beyond Tenebrae

Is there a world beyond your eye-like canvas
Beyond brushstrokes a way?
Is there redemption past empty words?
A Story beyond Tenebrae?

Out here in the lenten wilderness.
banished forever, I fall in dismay.

See, I was thrown out of the Kingdom
Fallen with angels and set apart.
Yet somehow with whispers in the empty church,
You taught me the stations of the heart.

With funereal spices and herbs
Will we still journey to the third day
Find dust reawoken to make music once more
The stone to our grief rolled away?