When There Was Never Better Friend

Let us see, where were we. Oh yes, it all started with the day the sun had grown black as black outside. To quote a famous painter we were not going very far. A notorious thief had crept in shadow there of cloak and gown. Well, it would not have mattered very much what with all how dark it was outside and stuff. There had been talk much early on of a public execution spectacle high upon the hill that was as far as anyone dared venture into what was Edoms territory after. That a few assumed had been long since not quite yet gone. Unbeknowst to us the thief had sprang into the hall unseen against far off shadowed wall. Without having news of Pilates judgement hall, we just had to wait it out lest time would tell the tale. A few of the flies in buzzing past nearby had settled in upon a few what may have been some crumbs. I had stood nearby, what to me was quite near to them indeed. Public opinion shifted then reminding of the past and what had changed within. A man had spoke up from the corner there unlit half by him as well bragging surely about the price he paid to buy a field and keep it well. He had mentioned something surely of a sure and certain man, of which a lot of there was said. Perhaps not on such a day as this when the sun had hung and bled and died. With it too creation also suffered just as though it had of also cried. The thief spoke up something then saying his name was Barabbas and this man Jesus had just saved his life inside. No sooner had these words so thus been said than a gust of wind the only answer gave and behind him but the slamming of a door. From my people a song had sprang so thus to mind quite unbidden really, meant to tear and bind, from the outside looking in. He was just another temporary friend from the outside looking in when the ones we love will truly find from the outside looking in. From the hills a refrain that grew and echoed swelling there with time when the sun had just returned and with it too our world had reappeared to them as well. Them being the operative term huddled in the corner these dark and shapeless forms as though not from fear or thrill as though desire from him as well. No longer left to feel or thrill at will. There was just no other One. Though with him being lain within the grave he was gone you see, just as dead as dead could be. Judging from the whispered stares few mens hearts began to fail them as they were filled with dread. Whoever had started the rumor first off that Jesus Christ was really dead, well they were really only partly wrong. For there was but the crying of the few and the sobs and tears and huddled eyes for quite awhile. First thing one had sworn to give off drinking for a bit until things had settled down at least and then another could not understand how faith had been turned to fear that day. Should they but open up their eyes it was Jesus of Nazareth passes by though waiting in disguise. At any moment the door would open up much to fear and wondering eyes. Surely we did not know how he would end this tale or when or where. No sooner that he finished speaking than we all sat down again. With that conclusion ended and a parting solemn gave. Apperently though but not for long for the faith was just as certain and the fear was just as strong. The day after while the strange and foreigner minister had happened there in town.