'Holy Saturday (Psalm 62)' by Barbara Mathie
The Altar table stripped, no coverings, bare
The Tabernacle silver lined is naked, open
The life red of the Sanctuary light extinguished.
Pews preach empty, in the silence of the tomb,
Heaven sitting shiva, statues covered, The Word, unspoken,
Is absent from the World, blood still, corpse cold.
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