This week, eternity descends from darkened skies,
And crashes like lightning into our humdrum lives.
We are forced, at length, to decipher seemingly
Obscure symbols, hymns and signs; which indeed.in
Our glazed, modern eyes, belong to another time.
Flesh equates to bread; blood is conflated with wine.
Yet this solemn week speaks of profound human pain,
And life's redemption, like the healing April rain.
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