on Holy Saturday, a sacred hush descends
between the sorrow of Good Friday and Easter's amends
in solemn stillness, the world holds its breath
awaiting the dawn of redemption, the conquering of death
the tomb stands silent, sealed with solemn grace
yet within its depths, hope begins to trace
for even in darkness, a glimmer shines bright
the promise of resurrection, breaking through the night
the earth holds its vigil, in quiet repose
while heaven and earth in mystery interpose
the veil is torn, the barrier breached
as love's eternal victory is preached
Holy Saturday, a pause in the storm
a moment to reflect on faith's transforming form
in the midst of despair, a whisper of grace
guiding us to the light of Easter's embrace
so let us linger in this sacred space
between the cross and the empty grave's trace
for here in the silence, we find our voice
proclaiming the triumph of love, our eternal choice
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Solo, Sat, 30th March 2024. 1:37 pm
Suko Waspodo
