Holy Saturday
In the tomb the silence soothes
The agony is done and gone
I rest beside His lifeless form
Accepting that this is the end
It’s peaceful here, I am not sad.
I know that it must be this way.
The life, the flesh, the body’s needs
Don’t matter now, they never did.
I go with Him to that dark place
With open hands to set life free
No longer clinging selfishly
To the image that I thought was me.
A light, a piercing light burns through
And all is changed, His life, I see
Was never in this dank, dark place
It lives. It shines eternally.
In all that welcomes, bending knees
That death to self that needs must be.
in Tuscany
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About dmdubay
Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon.
Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
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