Holy Saturday


The tomb is full
and for this time
the world is empty
of the force that that gave it rhyme.

The potter’s hands
have now become the clay
Just for today
Just for today.

Descending into hell
He disappears
The world has trembled, now is still
amidst its fears.

As son of Eve, he fell asleep
as father of Adam, he stirs.
In the belly of time, in soil so deep
the eternal dayspring coils…

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