The Womb of the Morning

(Written on Holy Saturday in Bicheno, Tasmania) The oath must still hold true yet waiting dries expectation; the dew of your youth evaporates in the tomb. Now: what the LORD said to David’s Lord is unchanged, but the rods of foes seem the triumphant ones today. Only Pilate’s wife regrets the washing of hands; onlyContinue reading “The Womb of the Morning”

Lent 46: Holy Saturday

Down, they took his body down; Joseph, Nicodemus took him to the tomb reserved for him and soldiers stood and watched.   There they stood; the soldiers stood, to see what ruse might there unfold. suspicious, victory not quite won, the soldiers stood in wait.   Dark took hold, the sky asleep, the faithful inContinue reading “Lent 46: Holy Saturday”