Easter Sonnet - Saturday

On to Sunday
Back to Friday
Yesterday he was buried by sundown.
Yesterday his body was left entombed.
Yesterday his disciples felt let down.
Yesterday his disciples grief consumed.

No teacher, no rabbi, no life, no hope,
Depressed, despondent, disheartened, downcast.
Who can give the capacity to cope?
Today's belief in the future - now past.

This Passover evening wanting to grieve,
Anointing spices are left undisturbed
For a few more minutes waiting to leave,
All this restless pacing by Sabbath curbed.

A long night of waiting emotions numb.
At last the fragile light of dawn has come.
On to Sunday
Back to Friday
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Christian Poet This is part 3 of a 4 part work - the Easter Sonnets