Holy Saturday

Once your suffering was over, and you’d breathed your final breath
Weight of all our sin upon you, spent,absorbed, in this your death
As the evening slow encompassed, all that dark despondent day
Joseph, secret follower came, and took your body down, away
Wrapped it in a linen shroud, with fragrant spices, aloes, myrrh
Laid it in a new-cut tomb, no inkling what would next occur
Jesus, lamp and light of all, conceived by grace, in virgin womb
Now embraced by cool and darkness, silent in the virgin tomb
Jesus, with those first disciples, we now watch and wait with you
Folded in the stillness here, not knowing yet what God will do