Holy Saturday
HOLY SATURDAY.
It is a long day,
a waiting day.
Today you cannot pray Crucifixion,
nor yet Resurrection.
There is no life, no movement and
all is stillness, silence, death.
And the emptiness -
it fills your heart
and swamps your thinking.
God is dead
and the world has stopped.
Where is our Tree of hope?
the Flower of Future Glory?
The Song of Promise and
the eager Longing for Beyond?
I step into the empty cave,
the tomb of everlastingness,
and lie there, hoping -
hoping for what?
Hoping because I know
this Jesus is a man who loves,
a God who calls, and
One who IS the Resurrection.
Mary McKeone rscj
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