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
