Of exhausted aftermath
Of unbelief
Can it really have happened??
The strangeness of life continuing
Just as it had before
Yet—on the inside—
Earth-shatteringly different
Every mother who has lost a child
Knows this feeling
In the core of her soul
In her hollowed-out heart
In her empty aching arms
The day after death
For most of us
The long wait for reunion
For resurrection
Lasts a lifetime
One long Holy Saturday
Until death breaks the silence
And we hear our babies laugh
To endure this day
Stay close to the mother of the one they pierced
No sorrow deeper
No love stronger
No patience more graceful
Than that of the one who spent that Holy Saturday
Weeping tears of hope
Powerfully beautiful.
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Thank you, Nico! your words are such a rock of support!
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You are welcome! I just try to give back what I have been given. Be blessed.
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moved by your poems. i feel less alone. surrounded by those who reject me for loving God. i pray everyday my family will return to Him and to me..thank you. Anna.
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