Holy Saturday

Today the Earth is silent
as she contemplates her Creator
entombed within her womb.

Beyond grief,
Beyond regret,
Beyond shame.
Beyond agony,
Beyond doubt,
Beyond all thought.

Here in the garden tomb
there is nothing more
to see or hear or touch.
So let us fold the wings
of our intellect for an eternal moment;
Mute, let us ponder and await
for the Light of the World to awake.

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