A thought for Holy Saturday

The Darkest Hour

Cowering in a secret room

where fear-filled eyes
scoured the world outside
for danger

the first Holy Saturday was
for the followers of Jesus
devoid of hope.
It was
for all Humankind, truly,
the darkest hour
before the dawn.

We had yet to realise
that the tomb of Christ
was, in fact,
God’s womb,
heavily pregnant with the Resurrection.

1pm, Holy Saturday, 2009
 © Don Mullan

Dedicated to Roma and Mark

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