This day I wait uneasy.
I am suspended between the fierceness of Good Friday and the glory of Resurrection Sunday.
Still shaking from the “Goodness” of yesterday, I am forced to linger here.
Between the echoes of pounding nails and the shouts of an empty tomb,
Between the power and the promise,
Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world
Have mercy on me
© A Sacred Longing 2009-2012