Holy Saturday

Holy Saturday
By Larry R. Linville

They watched him die on Friday
Or heard that it had happened
While they were hiding in fear.
Tears and words of dismay
Passed between them
All night long.
The sun arose on Saturday
What were they to do?
Everything they had worked for was gone.
It’s a good thing they couldn’t travel
That would have been breaking the Sabbath.
They wanted to be together
They wanted to be alone
Being together gave safety in numbers
But what if those soldiers found them in a group?
How could this have happened?
Where was that God he talked about?
Think of the most depressing thing that could happen to you
And then multiply it by one hundred
Then you’ll know how bad they felt.
If only they could have expressed it
To help us understand today.
Why was nothing written
On that day in between?
It could have helped us when we feel that deep emptiness.
Remember – they didn’t know,
As tortuously as they felt that day,
That the opposite was waiting
With the sunrise.

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