On the Occasion of a Lunar Eclipse On the Night of Good Friday

What is this, this darkest night of the year,
Made the darker by this earthen darkness?
That night that causes all good men to fear,
Is made the worse by Moon's shining redness.

The King is fallen to the nothingness.
The Powers of this world have had their way.
The root of the tree is shining in brightness,
The blood of God the tide of sin to stay.

Now in the darkness who may find their way?
The certitude of Reason's Sun is dead
And Lunar Faith is hidden far away.
By human sin is cast the darkest red.

And yet, past night there comes the morning dawn:
Infinity in human form has won.