All the weeping, all the tears, all the cries of loss and mourning had past the point of uncontrolled sobbing into silence. The pain became a silent ache and the world had lost what seemed to many the Holy One – the Long Expected One – The Hope of the world. What seemed like an eternal silence settled in. Silence would become business as usual in the world. Betrayals, hatred, bitterness, oppression, dashed dreams – all that made the toil and tears of life. There in the darkness of a noon outside of Jerusalem stood an empty cross and soon a borrowed tomb to hold a decaying carpenter rabbi. So they all went into hiding. Hiding like we all hide. Hiding from ourselves and from each other. Pretending and pretense would again be the order of the day. Our masks of religiosity and ritual would replace the open honest forgiving way of life that seemed to bring a new way for humanity. Doing unto others as you would have them do unto you actually seemed like a possibility. Religion seemed less important than a relationship. Ritual was giving way to reality – a reality of serving. The pyramids were being turned upside down – no long a top down world but a bottom up way of life. If you want to be the greatest you became the greatest servant. The great reversal seemed like a dream come true for those at the bottom.
The birds still sang, the wind still stirred the trees, a dog barked, but all else fell silent for a few long hours while a battle of light and dark – death and life – heaven and hell took place. O Death where is thy sting – O grave where is thy victory. But all they heard was silence. For now – for a little while – for a few more moments. Then everything would change and everything would become possible.