Easter Saturday

Here I wait,

In the opaque stillness,

In the smothered silence

Of my heart’s desire;

At the tide’s far point

Where the sand lies smooth,

And the taste of the waves

Is yesterday’s memory.

I have been bleached by death

Till the tatters fall away

And the bones lie clean and bare

Here I wait

For mercy

For my savage, certain hope

Of love to come and lift me to the light.

There you waited

In a place we cannot name;

While Your tortured body rested

Beyond the solid stone.

Gathering Life

Into Yourself

(Whose very self was life yet chose to die)

And the whole world waited

Desolate and grey

While, beyond the barrier,

Light laughed,

Awaiting the moment

To tear up death and take us in Your arms.