The Saturday Between

On this day of stone-silence,
We sit fixed in the Saturday between.
Between tears and joy.
Between poverty and plenty.
Between ruin and triumph.
Between despair and delight.
Between forgotten and welcomed.
Between fearful and joyful.
Between war and war no more.
Between dark and light.
Between gloom and glory.
Between tears and laughter.
Between death. And life.
We sit fixed, riveted, in this Saturday between.

And this moment
Casts a pale, hallow light
Over the Long Saturday,
The many days
Where the world waits. Between.

But between is not the end, never is.
It is only between.

2 Replies to “The Saturday Between”

  1. Thanks for the reminder that between is not the end. It's been a long lenten season for the Schoon's. Today we are doing our best to sit for one more day in hopeful anticipation of Sunday and all that comes with the Good News of resurrection! Yet we dont want to forget that this quiet darkness is also a necessary part of the journey. Happy Easter to you and yours Winn.

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