Saturday, April 3, 2010

Holy Saturday

God is dead, in the ground
and yet we sit and wait

God is dead, killed last night
the stone was rolled in place

God is dead, yet life goes on
we garden, shop, and bake

God is dead; something stirs
the world anticipates

God alive, an empty tomb
communicates our fate

to meet our savior on the road;
our eyes were opened late

to see in broken bread and fish,
on ordinary days

the world turned upside down by grace
when love will vanquish hate

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