Holy Saturday

the Lenten season is so soft

God gently invites us to just try
to be who He wants us to be —
expecting us to wrestle with it,
to fight against our own humanness,
to pick at our cuticles and our scabs.

He sits with us
as we fumble along the journey,
as we move towards
and tentatively embrace Holy Saturday —
the hallmark of our earthly experience,
the waiting in the space between despair and hope,
between the foregone and the miraculous.

and tomorrow morning the stars will shake
and the ground will speak
and He will rise
and we will cheer
in relief, in awe, in celebration.

and i will welcome my own deep surrender
into what is
into what was not
and into what might be
when my own eternal Sunday finally comes.