1 Kings 19:11-13
Holy Saturday
recalls those times of waking up
to find no
miracle. What you hoped was a dream
isn’t.
The pain of loss
sharp, acute.
The storm has
wreaked its havoc.
Life as it was is
gone
forever.
Shock and disorientation
immobilize.
The mind too numb
to imagine new.
Be still.
Wait.
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