Holy Saturday

He had been like a beautiful dream,
living a life
that would have changed
the whole of this world...
Oh yes,
they agreed on that.

Yet, in the end,
they had shaken their heads,
the life he had lived
was too good
to be true.

"Let us be logical,
business is business,
let us not lose our heads,"
and they gave up on him,

though the best ones among them
did it with great regret.

No wonder that the sun
stopped shining

at the scene of his death.
From now on
darkness was going to be
the fate of all.

But then,
the cries and shouts of
women running early in the morning:

a tomb cracked,
life overcame death;
"He is risen,"
light undoing the dark.

Finally, he himself was found
by a friend,
in a garden!
Alleluia, praise the Lord

(from "With Hearts on Fire" by Joseph G. Donders)