Holy Saturday

The in-between of all-in betweens
Nestled between the tears of Good Friday
The rejoicing of Easter Sunday
Christ is dead
Christ is buried
The cry that He is risen has not come
Stumbling in darkness
Hiding in shadows
Disappointment
We thought this was the One
Let us pause there
For that is how it ended this day
The joy of Sunday had been promised
Yet it seemed far off
A chasing after the wind
To believe in what has happened is one thing
To believe when you have not seen is another
So let us wrestle with the in-between
Let us not be afraid to face our fears and pain
And as we do let us reflect
On the day Christ was dead
May His death not be in vain

a poem by Jared Stump
Bozeman, Montana