We've heard about Friday,
and all the blood shed,
the pain that was endured;
None could forget what happened that day
(The Gospel According To Gibson assured that).
And we know about Sunday,
the women climbing the path,
still dark,
waiting for the sunrise,
though the Son had already risen.
We know about the Friday earthquake,
and have heard of the Sunday angels.
But what, O Lord, of Saturday?
Where were you that day
between death and life?
Were you in Judaica,
as some have said,
in combat with Azazel,
Lucifer, the Beast?
But then why should the battle have lasted so long?
Were You sleeping,
that Saturday,
that seventh day,
that Sabbath,
keeping the Lord's day in Your tomb,
resting from Your work of Salvation?
Was God's rest
Recaptured
by the Lord of the Sabbath?
Three days in one memory,
three acts in one work,
Dying, death, undying.
Why the day of death?
Why is it that
on the Second Day
The Second Person
of the Three Persons in One God
descended,
humbled to complete the work?
Thursday, August 2
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