Sheol saw me and was shattered, and Death ejected me and many with me. I measured its depth and I was not held captive, for I became a light to those who were in its depths.”
– (Ode 42)
He walked the long night
where silence is thicker than stone.
Sheol held its breath.
The tomb was not still—
it trembled.
He wore no armor
but the memory of light.
He sang no song
but still the gates cracked.
One by one
He called the names of the forgotten.
Dust stirred.
Chains rusted.
Even Death blinked and turned
its face away,
unable to hold Him
who had measured its depth
and found it shallow.
– (a poem I wrote inspired by Ode) The Long Night
Scribbling Theology 