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The free verse poem, titled “A Free Verse Meditation on Holy Saturday’s Stillness, Poised Between Tomb and Triumph”, captures the liminal essence of Holy Saturday as a threshold between grief and hope. It invites the reader to stand in the gray, silent moment where the tomb, a mute sentinel, guards an unnamed secret. Vivid imagery—dew on olive leaves, a songless garden, a trembling sky—evokes the day’s stillness, while personal reflections connect the reader’s own experiences of loss and waiting to the biblical scene. The poem suggests a subtle shift: a buried seed splitting, a faint pulse in the earth, hinting at resurrection without naming it. This threshold, where sorrow frays into something new, carries a silent promise, a name that knows the reader, blending intimacy with mystery in anticipation of an unseen dawn.
Stand here, where grief and promise touch,
on this gray edge of Holy Saturday,
where the air hums with what might be.
The tomb gapes like a held breath,
its stone a mute sentinel,
guarding a secret no one dares name.
Dew clings to olive leaves,
and the garden forgets its song—
no sparrow stirs, no wind replies.
You, too, know this place, don’t you?
The pause after loss,
when the heart stumbles,
afraid to hope, afraid to break.
Your tears have carved their own garden,
your nights have sealed their own stone.
Yet look—
the sky trembles,
not with light, not yet,
but with the weight of what waits.
A seed, buried, splits its shell in the dark.
A pulse, faint, hums beneath the earth.
This is the threshold,
where the old world frays,
where sorrow’s thread unravels
into something new.
Stand here,
feel the ground shift,
soft as a whisper,
strong as a dawn no eye has seen.
Do you hear it?
The silence is not empty.
It carries a name,
and it is not yours,
but it knows you.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 