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Holy Saturday Reflection 2021

Two sleeps.

Cold. Concealed

behind the stone

unmoved by light and love

alone.

Wounds congealed by

saving blood so dry and dead

deep red

and black

not yet revealed to be

the cleansing stream

that fell on mercy’s seat

and throne.

Still.

Hushed by pain

creation waits

for love and light

to stream again.

Dear heart that reached

to touch the ones cut dead

by scorn and hate and dread,

You wait,

so quickly wrapped and hid.

You wait for wind

new breathe of life and power

to blast away

and see those lungs

roar into life of praise

and purpose once again.

New day,

new dawn

the stone aside

the seal prized open

now for life to live again.

(Robin Palmer 2021)