On Saturday, the tomb was occupied with the crucified and dead body of Jesus the Nazarene. I wrote the following poetic reflection two years ago, but I’m including it in this week’s poetic Passion posts.
“Silent, Still, and Cold”
April 19, 2014 (first written April 7, 2012)
Saturday of Passion Week
On Saturday his body lay
Silent, still, and cold,
Entombed for one more night before
The stone began to roll.
Darkness seemed to triumph while
God the Son lay dead,
But in the morn his hands would pull
The cloth from ’round his head.
Disciples, now consumed with fear,
Did mourn their master’s death.
Yet joy would rise with Sunday’s sun
And new creation’s breath.
For one more night all hope seemed lost
As death claimed the last word,
But this second day would end with
Resurrection on the third.