Is it better
to have not been born
than to know this vacant day
when hope has died
and life is silent?
Is it better
to have not been born
than to walk in a world without love,
than to remain in a night
that has no dawn?
Is it better
to have not been born
than to be forsaken by God,
abandoned to evil,
left to be dust?
I find this day
uncomfortable
an eerie strangeness lingers
I feel myself just wanting to
skip over
Holy Saturday
and on to
Resurrection morning!
There is an emptiness to this day
as though He is not here
He is–
but symbolically
I seek to think as though
He’s not
And to have actually lived through
that Holy Saturday
so many years ago
must have been
terribly lonely
and confusing
and frightening
The disciples
the women
His mother
they would have been devoid
of the hope I have
that Sunday is coming!
They would have had no reason to
make it to tomorrow’s sunrise
their heart’s broken in sorrow
today
This is the day when breath is held,
when faith suspended, hope dispersed.
This is the day when choices are reviewed – to stay or to turn around.
This is the day to hand over guilt, betrayal, denial, speechlessness – but to whom?
This is the day when tiredness overwhelms – are we nearly there yet?
This is the day when wondering takes over – can this emptiness really give birth to a promise once spoken by a man of God?
Beautiful prayers! Holy Saturday has always been a mystery to me and as we are on vacation, I have not found time for that reflection. And right now, I find myself in a struggle over whether or not I want to — which means I probably should!