This dark day between

Holy Saturday 

Lamentations 3:1–9, 19–24 

We know that light will

greet us tomorrow, and yet,

and still, we are here,

in this day of darkness. 

This grief is like a wasting

away of flesh and bone;

a drowning in bitter waters;

a death, somehow, of its own. 

There is no escape over

the walls around us,

the chains upon us,

the silencing of our cries. 

The pain of it, even

the thought of it, this 

kind of homelessness, is galling –

and yet, and still, a different thought ... 

The lovingkindness of Holy One never ceases;

mercy from Holy One never ends,

but renews every morning,

faithfulness to cause awe and wonder! 

Holy One is my nourishment,

my soul remembers, it trusts – 

so I have hope – hope! 

My hope is Holy One!