Saturday

Riotous summer is long gone

brilliant yellows and red

bright greens

faded

into the muted tones of fall

and then

deeper still into the grey and brown

of winter

 

a death

 

spring lies in a tomb

of frozen earth underneath the trees

reluctantly thawing and softening

giving hope that it will yield

and life will again emerge

from dark

dirt

 

and so we wait

and wait

for the tomb to crack open

and a gentle green

piece of life

to push its way into the cool clean air

 

Holy Saturday

the vitality of one

fully sacred

fully human

is gone

brutally killed for being love and reconciliation

in a world of hate a violence

 

gone is the man

entombed in stony darkness

and yet

hearts are reluctantly thawing and softening

hoping

 

that the tomb will crack open

and love and life

will flow again

into waiting hearts

 

and so this day

we wait

we wait