Be Still and Wait

Today we wait. The tragedy of Good Friday is past and the drama of Easter morning is hours away. It’s a day for poetry rather than prose.

Here are thoughtful words by Emily Gibson that invite us to consider this Holy Saturday. (For more about Emily, please see her site.)

This in-between day11700716886_9372ec30ba_o
after all had gone so wrong
before all will go so right,
puts us between the rock
and the hard place:
all hope, love and faith is squeezed from us.

Today we are flattened,
dried like chaff,
ground to pulp,
our destiny with death sealed.

We lie still
like sprinkled spices
trying to delay
inevitable decay,
wrapped up tight
stone cold
and futile.

The rock is rolled into place
so we lie underneath,
crushed and broken.
We are inside,
our bodies like His.
We are outside,
cut off and left behind.
We cannot know about tomorrow,
we do not fathom what is soon to come:
the stone lifted and rolled away,
the separation bridged,
the darkness giving way to light,
the crushed and broken rising to dance,
and the waiting stillness stirring, inexplicably,
to celebrate new life.

©Emily Gibson. Used with permission.

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