Lament has been defined as "a cry to one who is there". It is an act of faith, because it's a complaint to someone we really believe can help. Holy Saturday is a perfect picture of grief. In between the loss of the one we love, and the joy of the resurrection, lies the stillness, the darkness of grief. I wrote these words to try to capture some of what the women may have been feeling on that Saturday, their Sabbath.
A Lament on Sabbath
It's over.
How can it be over?
He was doing so much good,
This miracle man,
The one who healed me.
It's over.
How can it be over?
He was completely innocent,
This holy man,
The one who set me free.
It's over.
How can it be over?
He was so young,
This God-man,
This son of mine.
It's over.
How can it be over?
Our Messiah, dead?
This can't be real.
And yet, we were there.
We saw the body taken down.
We saw the stone rolled over the tomb.
Why God?
Why did you forsake him?
What about the promises,
The freedom Messiah was to bring?
To end like this, in a dark tomb.
We'll do what we can,
To care for his body, to show him love.
Let's gather the spices,
And go to the tomb.
We'll need help with that stone.
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