We wait in the in between space
without rituals, or liturgy, or script
We know the reality of the cross
… the suffering of Christ is ours, our suffering is His, intertwined as one
Paradox and purpose, promise and possibility, perplexity and prose
Like Mary Magdalene and the other Mary we wait.
Like them we mix
our anxiety and fear and sadness
With holy women (and men) the world over
living the Holy Saturday moments of their lives, caught in between the already and not yet,
We wait. We hope. We love. We pray.