Easter Saturday is a funny old day, it sits somewhere between the grief of Good Friday and the joy of an Easter resurrection.
For those of us who love to read it the loss felt when you finish a great novel that has moved you before you pick up another to immerse yourself in.
For those who have lost a loved one it's the chasm between death and the funeral, which brings some kind of closure, although actually it just releases you some new unexplored territory.
Life is always changing with beginnings and endings all around us but it's being stuck somewhere in the middle that is often the most testing place to be.
Waiting is always the worst, waiting for a train to arrive on a cold station platform, waiting for a letter to bring anticipated test results, waiting for spring flowers to bloom again.
There's a hopefulness in what's to come and yet it is in the darkness of waiting that everything is happening behind the scenes beyond our gaze. We often can't change the outcome, it's out of our hands and in God's.
Ask for more patience and God will give you some thing to wait for or a reason to take life that bit slower.
So here we are once again waiting in the day between and life is going on around us as so many people can't sit still, don't want to face the challenges of pausing because it is hard to rest and leave things at the foot of the cross.
it’s Saturday -
Hooray!
A day to run,
have fun.
A rest,
the best.
Not time to stop,
shop ‘til you drop.
Kick a ball
“The ref’s a fool!”
Or language, that’s more colourful!
It’s party time
pour some more wine
“oh, just one more…”
Before
you go
How can
people carry on
while my
heart breaks?
Another crack appears
with each laugh I hear
and tears
gush like rivers
ever flowing
never slowing.
All my dreams
it seems
lie crushed
beneath a stone.
Now I’m alone
I pause
I wait
too late?
A curtain rent
a life all spent
poured out
no doubt
Found on Facebook |
left
bereft
lost
at such a cost.
Heavy nails
surely don’t fail…
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