Holy Saturday

Invites us,
As no other day can,
To simply be.

What's done is done,
And what is to come
We cannot know.

Devastating yet beckoning
A new manifestation
Of inquiry.

Reflection and introspection

Had we known death was
So close, 
Or that new life was 
So near,

Might we have emulated
The love mandated
And found a new way to be as one?

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