This day I wait uneasy.
I am suspended between the fierceness of Good
Friday and the glory of Resurrection Sunday.
Uncomfortable
Expectant
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,
I wait.
Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world
Have mercy on me
© A Sacred Longing 2009-2012
