My dear
Holy Saturday today… looking back, looking ahead…
It is consummated,
done…yes done
The Father’s will
accomplished
Lifeless pause
so brief in time
The Father’s will
is done, yes done
Acceptance…
quiet grief resigned
all is in place
for just a while
as it should be…
the Father’s will
is done, yes done
The grain of wheat
has fallen down
And died…
the universe awaits
And celebrates
the promised fruit
Yes, he has died…
Yes, he will rise again
And so shall we with him.
The Father’s will
Be done, yes done.