The Day Before Sunday (Lent Poems 27)

Not yet back to our homes,
Not yet back to our nets,
Not yet back from the death of the day before,
We waited and rested.
Not yet grieving,
Not yet sorry,
Not yet alive to the death and the night of it all,
We rested and sat
Somewhere amid waiting and wanting.
Not yet found in his net,
Not yet caught or freed,
Not yet free in the water,
Not yet alive in the breeze,
Not yet waiting or wanting,
Amid the waiting and resting and the night of the death before
We sat
And by us all the Sabbath floated
In a curl of rest beyond us
And in the breeze of the water around us
We waited amid the rest of our wanting
And sat, not yet resting.

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