The sonnet, titled Sonnet on the Stillness of Holy Saturday, Poised Between Sorrow and Resurrection, captures the liminal essence of Holy Saturday. It portrays a world hushed in gray, suspended between the grief of Good Friday’s cross and the hidden hope of Easter’s dawn. The tomb’s silence and the absence of song reflect a pause in time, yet a subtle promise of renewal hums beneath. The poem explores this delicate balance—sorrow’s weight, anticipation’s edge, and the quiet wait for resurrection’s light. It invites reflection on the sacred tension of waiting, culminating in the expectation of love’s rebirth at Easter.

A stillness wraps the world in muted gray,
Where sorrow lingers, yet the dawn’s concealed.
The cross’s shadow looms, but hope’s at bay,
A fragile pulse where grief and grace are sealed.

The tomb is silent, cold, a pause in time,
Between the anguish and the joy to come.
No song ascends, no alleluias climb,
Yet in the hush, a promise softly hums.

This day, poised delicate on sorrow’s edge,
Holds breath for light to pierce the darkened veil.
In quiet, hearts await the Spirit’s pledge,
A resurrection none can yet unveil.

O Holy Saturday, you bid us wait,
For love’s rebirth at Easter’s open gate.