The Silence of Saturday

It was the day after Jesus was crucified.

The world seemed to echo the silence of the grave

that the disciples had laid their master in yesterday.

Jesus was dead and with his death, their hopes died too.

They had placed all their confidence in this maverick

this teacher,

from Galilee that taught like no one else.

There was no plan now, only gloom.

Their hopes lay wrapped in a tomb sealed up forever.

He had raised others, Lazarus,

the little girl of a high priest,

and the widow’s son

but no one could raise themselves from the dead.

No one.

They hung their heads and wept.

Replaying every scene of the previous day

replayed endlessly in their mind adding to their sorrow.

The finality of his death etched forever in their hearts.

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