four Easter meditations in a time of isolation

Holy Saturday: liminal

Was it quiet?
As You waited in the dark
after Friday,
before Sunday?

Were You still and patient
and peaceful,
abiding the pause
before the appointed moment?

Before the angels came to You,
rolled up their sleeves 
and got cracking on the stone shifting?

Or were You restless
in some way;
for though atonement’s day
had dawned 
and died
as crucified
You settled all accounts;
yet now You lay
in silent earth
all too ready for the morning,
for that holy second birth?

Or did you not 
spend much time there at all 
really
a trumpet call
outside the boundaries of the world
as You stormed the enemy
cast down the gates of Hell
defanged Death
ripped out the venom and the sting
of mortality
to make it but a simple passageway
between Friday
and Sunday?

Not only for Yourself
but for all who follow Your way.

Oh Lord Christ
You who waited in that liminal space
between was and will be
teach me, show me
how to live my moments between;
When it’s dark
and quiet,
still and confined;
When I am blind
but restless for the light,
may it be Your whisper
speaking to my spirit
that guides me on that pathway
after Friday,
toward Sunday,
ready for the dawn.

Psalm 23:4 (TV) Even in the unending shadows of death’s darkness, I am not overcome by fear. Because You are with me in those dark moments, near with Your protection and guidance, I am comforted.