Holy Saturday
Hushed was the garden where he lay,
birds silently watched and soft wings
of many hued butterflies flit to and fro
alight on the stone as if they could
prise it open and find their Lord within.
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In Bethany tears flowed, work stopped,
food untouched, and shocked bodies
slumped,, and talking tried to find a way,
to think of life without his being there
and the failure of all that he promised.
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The eye of the storm lay over Jerusalem,
as the leaders rejoiced in their victory
and enjoyed their power and Passover,
feasting and worshipping their man made
God of power, abuse and bloody sacrifice.
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Within the tomb Jesus lay,
God holding his broken body close,
together they caused an abundance of love
that would heal a broken world and seal
the promise of hope again.
