Some, due to personal tragedy,
remain Holy Saturday Christians
for a long time — like in Dante’s
purgatory.
The sun doesn’t rise
and the colors don’t shine,
down in the dark night
of the soul’s own coal mine.
But by the grace of God,
and that Good Friday,
Holy Saturday eventually
passes into Easter’s new day.
Amazing!!! Such a pastoral poem for those who hurt the most….a ray of hope…hang on.