Holy Saturday
“…And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”
a day of waiting - silence can feel overwhelming
we are in a holding pattern
we know what to expect as the sun rises tomorrow
but for those who were rocking with grief for the loss of their friend and teacher, they could not imagine a rising Sun.
Night was all around. The words of new life felt far away and maybe forgotten. A whisper would come at the first glimpse of dawn.
For now, we wait together…
Quote: Maya Angelou, ‘When Great Trees Fall’
Photo: David Kanigan
Your Holy Week reflections have guided me through to a place I have never been before. Such deepening and love. Thank you Carrie. You break it down to the core girl!
love and hugs