Holy Saturday

tomb with stone in front

If we wait –
keeping vigil over the bones of our dreams,
parched from too many tears –
If we wait,
there’ll be a change,
a crackle,
a deep, distant boom;
a shift,
a drift of wind
that grows,
to roil around the tomb,
sweeping it clean.
Then rain –
blessed, sweet rain,
dancing across our dryness,
drenching,
seeping deep down
to sleeping seeds,
laughing,
loving them into life,
growth,
greening.If we wait,
the full will be emptied,
and the empty filled -if we wait long enough.

© Sr. Sandra Sears CSBC
November 2009


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