Holy Saturday -- 08 April 2023

Holy Saturday

The barren cross bespeaks the truth.

He is gone; he is not here.

Unfilled promises and empty dreams

Engulf and strangle the ones who are near.

Behind the rock his body lies

Entombed in silence in a borrowed grave,

Stilled from life, alone in a shroud,

Transcending time but ensouling the now.

What did he teach them, and what did they learn?

How could he leave them forlorn and afraid?

He taught them to love; he gave them himself.

He instilled in them hope and a reason to be.

They look around and try to make sense

Of the emptiness and their fear-filled lives.

They try to make sense of his cross and his death.

They try to make sense of the time they have lost.

They look around and try to make sense

Of the Passover meal, the bread and the wine.

It’s all a blur, they feel so lost.

Nothingness fills the sorrowing, empty day.

They wait in agony to go to the tomb

To mourn, to sit, to hope, and to pray.

Their loss on this Sabbath is much more profound.

His echoing words – for whom was this Sabbath made?

They’ll go in the morning to prepare his remains.

There is nothing left of this Sabbath of God.

He gave himself in the bread and the wine.

He gave himself in his death on the cross.

And now they wait for the promise of life,

For the promise of hope in the bread and the wine,

For the promise he gave to always be near.

Could they find meaning in his death on the cross?

Original © 2003

Updated © 2023

Dr Roberta M Meehan