Easter Saturday (Mark 15:42-47)
It has been some time since night fell.
Even the moon is hidden;
Shining but unseen
Behind dark folds of clouds
Obscuring every sign of radiance.
The truth is veiled in the dark:
Silence masking any presence,
Even Yours. Especially Yours.
You are gone.
I feel abandoned
In a world where You are silent.
I long for You to speak:
Alleviate this terrible isolation
With some word of Your presence:
Any sign that You care.
But You are gone.
I cannot hope for dawn,
As nothing will change.
You are gone.
Yet I will choose,
Even when hope is lost,
To sing in the darkness
And tomorrow
Take my spices
For the final farewell.
By Jeannie Kendall