Holy Saturday
a poem for the Easter weekend
Holy Saturday
It isn’t absence,
this darkness. Suspended here,
speechless in the wake
of the Word’s descent,
we become the tomb that waits
to unveil itself
as vessel of light
and light alone, the light
undying, we die
to know.
Oh my! I feel it. Thank you.
Absolutely beautiful. Especially for me this week. My brother died Tuesday night. Heart attack, only 57 years old. Thank for you for this gorgeous poem!