Holy Saturday
How should we pray within this emptiness,
The stone rolled tight against the deadly maw,
Our Jesus gone, nothing but hopelessness,
The ache of absence at our restless core?
And yet, we know behind time's contrived veil
He lies in wait to ambush death's deceit,
That, as the Son of God, He will prevail,
And that his victory will be complete.
Teach us to pray for those who know Him not,
Not veiled for a day from His address
But those who day by day must bear their lot
As if He were not there to love and bless:
And may we undertake that they are told
Why He died on the Cross to break our fall;
They are deprived by news that we withhold
Not by a love that will not love us all.