there were no profound revelations for me today,
as Jesus was nailed to the cross.
i went to the NICU to donate books
to Tinsley’s library.
i brought flowers to her grave
and readjusted her palm back into the ground.
i knelt in a quiet church
and prayed for God to take care of her
until i can be there to do it myself.
and it all feels the same
as it did yesterday
and the day before.
perhaps the revelations will come tomorrow,
as we sit collectively in the dark —
weeping for Him, waiting for Him.
weeping and waiting,
and watching the stubborn sun