A blessed Good Friday and Holy Saturday to you all.
Here’s a poem I wrote a while back about these strange hours between the death of Our Lord and His Resurrection (during a time of deep reflection on Thomas Merton’s verse, see if you can sense Merton’s influence).
Holy Saturday
Thunder, darkness, flood are gone, and now there is complete
silence. We cling to earth as to a whale rolling in a dull
sea—vanished, all that used to be. We flounder in an endless lull.
There is no land, and there is no bread to eat.
Devoured Jonah, pity us! At least for you, a boat
still sailed, the Earth still turned and warmed itself!
not us: with that Mouthful of Dust, Earth swallowed herself
and stared like Eve as all Creation fell down her throat.
Haunting, beautiful.