The Service of the Shadows

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They’ve taken my Lord away!

They’ve bound Him and taken Him away!

As the Light is carried away from me, I feel my chest collapse as all the air leaves my body. The despair, so thick, fills my lungs.

It feels as if I will never breathe again.

They’ve taken my Lord away!

And then, out, into the dusk.

We move like shadows.

Silence.

But the birds continue to sing. The wind continues to blow. And the sun continues to sink lower in the sky, coloring the horizon red. The moon, full and round, hangs low, giving date to this sacred night. Nisan fifteen. The Feast of Unleavened Bread.

But they’ve taken Him away.

What will become of us?

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