Holy Saturday: Thoughts and Pictures

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Empty cross;

Bare and bleak since yesterday afternoon.

Robs life of meaning;

Makes purposeless the Passion.

 

 

I lift up my eyes to the hills; from where is my help to come?

 

 

 

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The profound silence

And stillness

Of a church devoid of people.

God has died;

The One who fills the galaxies

Now merely fills the tomb;

Why, then, would these pews be filled?

 

 

I lift up my eyes to the hills; from where is my help to come?

 

 

 

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Empty walls

Stripped of adornments.

How do colors, tapestries, images have meaning

At a time like this?

The original Artist,

The Giver of colors and light and joy,

Is Dead.

 

 

I lift up my eyes to the hills; from where is my help to come?

 

 

 

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Blessed font

Once filled with sacred water

Now sits dry as a bone.

The One who flooded the whole earth

The One who parted the Red Sea

The Living Water

Is now merely a collection of dry bones

Thrown into the nearest tomb.

 

 

I lift up my eyes to the hills, from where is my help to come?

 

 

 

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Barren altar table

Not even a candle lit.

No morsel of the Bread of Life to be found

Not a drop of the Cup of Salvation left.

The Host of the Table has left us.

 

 

I lift up my eyes to the hills; from where is my help to come?

 

 

 

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Even the sun has veiled her face

And holds back her warm, golden light,

Emanating only the gray light of grief.

The Light of the World has been extinguished,

And so the Sun herself refuses to shine.

 

 

I lift up my eyes to the hills; from where is my help to come?

 

 

 

“All of us are born of women,

Have few days, and are full of turmoil.

 

Like a flower, we bloom, then wither,

Flee like a shadow, and don’t last.

 

There is hope for a tree.

If it’s cut down and still sprouting

At the scent of water, it will bud.

 

But a human dies and lies there;

A person expires, and where are they?

 

If people die, will they live again?”

(From Job 14)

 

 

 

I lift up my eyes to the hills; from where is my help to come?
 

 

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