April 10 Napowrimo 10 GOOD FRIDAY (a verse play, in hay(na)kus )

Part 1 Mother Mary speaks:
I
remember you
As a child

That
Day on
The white sand

Making
Those pigeons
From the mud

And
when the
children came to

Destroy
mud pigeons
how you clapped

And
they came
to life, escaped

Flew
in the
sky, cross-shaped

An
awful foreboding
filled my heart

Today
you died
on the cross

I
wish I
was you, child

I
would clap
my hands, now

Make
my dove
alive, once again

My
tears
do fall down

Where
is God
or Gabriel now?

Is
this what
the end is?

No.
There must
be something more.

Part 2 Mary Magdalene speaks:

A
week ago
the children came

Waving
palm branches
and singing Hosanna

yesterday
you spoke
in dark sayings

Eat
my flesh!
Drink my blood!

Now
you hang
and are dead

Come
Get up
You freed me

Once
from devils
in my head

Where
is that
you, gone now?

My
tears once
washed your feet

The
same ones
now nail-pierced

I
perfumed you
with the spikenard

She
has done
this, you said

Against
my death
Now I see

What
you meant
Wish I didn't!

Part 3

Jesus:

I
wish I
could tell them

Hanging
here 'twixt
heaven and earth/hell

With
the keys
of death, hell

Paradise
Heaven and
souls of men

Dead
and alive
now all mine

But
it is
not yet time

It
ends not
Has just begun.

Painting: Christ of S.t John of the Cross by Salvador Dali (The Dark Night of the Soul)