Holy Saturday

Sealed
in a tomb innocent
of inscription, the stone
worn smooth by centuries
of rain, the tears of heaven shed
for this, the day of dereliction,

God’s
Christ is dead;
his body, unanointed, plumbs
the depths of human dissipation,
And will he find me there,*
buried in my own mortality?

*or,
And will I find him there,

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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