Holy Saturday.

On the seventh day God rested in the darkness of the tomb,
Having finished on the sixth day all his work of joy and doom;
Now the Word has fallen silent, and the water had run dry,
The bread had all been broken, and the slight had left the sky;
The flock had lost its shepherd, and the seed was sadly sown,
The courtiers had betrayed their king, and nailed him to his throne.
O sabbath rest by Calvary, O calm of tomb below,
Where the grave-clothes and the spices cradle him we do now know!
Rest you well, beloved Jesus: Caesar's Lord and Israel's King,
In the brooding of the Spirit, in the darkness of the spring.

[Tom Wright, Christians at the Cross, pp. 67-8]

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[Friar_Tuck]

HAPPY birthday