Saturday (Matthew ch 27 v 62 – 66) The day after the day it finished.
When finest aspirations fail and dreams become dismay,
and all the hopes tomorrow held lie felled by yesterday,
what can we do, where do we turn, what can we say.
We hurt for what has happened and we fear for what’s to come;
and easy consolation leaves us negative and numb,
wondering whether deeper depths are yet to plumb.
Oh, Christ, you lost control, or so it seems, when to a tree
they nailed you and regaled you and refused to set you free;
and all because you showed how life was meant to be.
And shall our hopes, like you, arise from where they ceased to be;
and shall the spirit that was crushed be transformed and set free?
If that’s God’s will, then we await what’s yet to be.
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