The Saturday before Easter

On this day,
The apostles are absent

From the gospels,
This missing day.
Jesus is dead
His disciples believe.
Their world is ashes.
Their grief is immense.
They fear for their lives.
They hide in the upper room.
Only the women dare to go out.
Jerusalem is strangely quiescent.

Pilate places a guard by the tomb.

This day Christ's body lies undisturbed.
Tomorrow the disciples' world

Will come alive
But not today.
We must remember

That missing day
When sorrow fills us,
When we tremble in fear,
When we hide from the world.
Those that knew our Savior best
Did not escape their human frailty,
Neither can we.
We know that with the morrow
Came relief and jubilation.
We have the risen Christ
Not the missing day.

Prayer for Trust

Creator who is the feminine and the masculine,

We know you encompass all.

Your victory comes on the wings of angels

And in the hands of humanity

In the choice to obey you.

Give us nourishment for our bodies

And love for our souls.

Forgive us when we do not trust you

As we forgive those who betray our trust in them.

Do not take your presence from us.

Let us always know the Comforter is near.

Keep us safe from the darkness in our souls,

From unbelief and pride.

Time and space are one to you.

You are beginning and end

Outside of Time.

Photo by Delphine
Original by Kitina Celt