Holy Week- Holy Saturday. Grief

no sleep,

silence broken by sobs,

nobody wanted to eat,

moving around like shadows,





but most of all numbness,

surely this was a bad dream,

but the sun rose,

and the sounds of the city

filtered into our darkened room,

not the noise and bustling

of previous days,

Sabbath observed made it quieter,

but conversations,

normal conversations,

broke through…


Why isn’t the whole world grieving?

Why are the birds singing?

Why aren’t the stones shouting?





Tomorrow we will take spices to the tomb,

tomorrow we will anoint his body,

tomorrow we see again

the brokenness we saw yesterday,

then maybe the horror will

break into our numbness….


but today silence…

silence, broken by sobs….

Where tears can’t stop- Carlos Alfonzo

About Sally C

How do I describe myself, I am not what I do, (I am a Methodist Minister), I am not who I am related to (I have 5 wonderful children, 2 lovely granddaughters and 2 lovely grandsons). I am a seeker truth, a partaker of life in all it's fullness and a follower, sometimes stumbling, sometimes celebrating of the Christian pathway. I seek wholeness, joy and a connectedness to all things through a deep reconciliation with the God whose love blows my socks off! I love walking, swimming and photography, I dabble with paint and poetry...
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