In shadows deep, where silence weeps,
A veil of mystery softly creeps.
Bound by threads of fear and doubt,
It shields the heart from truth devout.

Yet on this day, with skies so gray,
A trembling hush begins to sway.
For in the tempest's wild embrace,
The veil is torn, revealing grace.

A sacrifice, profound and pure,
Upon the cross, redemption sure.
Each tear that falls, each anguished cry,
Unveils the truth, where hope does lie.

The veil, once draped in darkness' cloak,
Now falls apart with thunder's stroke.
And from its folds, a light breaks free,
Illuminating souls to see.

No longer bound by fear's cruel hold,
Humanity finds faith untold.
For in the tearing of the veil,
A love divine does never fail.

So let us gaze upon this sight,
And let our hearts take flight.
For in the tearing of the veil,
We find redemption's holy trail.
#GoodFridayGrace
© Saighoe Francis Asilfie Kweku