Upon a branch of the tree, a Christ hangs in endless pain,And birds are captive to the hook of time, in silence without name.In that moment when the sky grows heavy and the earth is still,Where is God? Where is the light in this darkness that chills? Perhaps God dwells in the cry of shattered wings’ despair,In broken sobs, in silent tears that fill the air.Not in the heights above, but deep within the suffering’s sea,There God watches quietly, awaiting a dawn to be. Ai and physical art