Holy Saturday

Haunted

 

We are haunted by the brutal cost of our redemption

Images of the One

Broken for us

Flashing across our waking minds

The blood everywhere

Poured out for us

Communion is a haunting

Remember me

© Julie Clark

Waiting for Easter

 

All we have are words

And the grief that overwhelms us

Hope is gone

We saw with our own eyes

Our grief tells us

He is dead

Yet

We have words

We will wait

With our grief by the tomb

© Julie Clark

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Categories: Faith, God, Holy Saturday, Hope, Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “Holy Saturday

  1. At this point in my life, your poetry is the only way I am connected to the “faith of my fathers”. I don’t know whether to be grateful or annoyed! Either way, it’s beautiful, personal, real. Thanks . . . I guess . . .

  2. Just keep holding onto what is good…the rest, well, let it go, toss it out, pitch it, just “don’t throw out the baby with the bath water” as the saying goes. But get rid of the stinky bath water for sure!

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