On Holy Saturday, as we wait – almost holding our breath between the grief of Good Friday and the hope of Easter – I found this beautiful poem by Malcolm Guite that I’d like to share with you:
As though some heavy stone were rolled away,
You find an open door where all was closed
Wide as an open tomb on Easter Day.
Lost in your own dark wood, alone, astray,
You pause, as though some secret were disclosed,
As though some heavy stone were rolled away.
You glimpse the sky above you, wan and grey,
Wide through these shadowed branches interposed,
Wide as an empty tomb on Easter Day.
Perhaps there’s light enough to find you way,
For now the tangled wood feels less enclosed,
As though some heavy stone were rolled away.
You lift your feet out of the miry clay
And seek the light in which you once reposed,
Wide as an empty tomb on Easter Day.
And then Love calls your name, you hear Him say:
The way is open, death has been deposed.
As though some heavy stone were rolled away,
And you are free at last on Easter Day
This Easter, may you find that open door; may that secret be disclosed to you; may you glimpse hope; may you find a clearance in the tangled wood; may you lift your feet from the miry clay and seek light; may you hear Love call your name.
Whatever the heavy stones in your life at this time. May you let Jesus roll them all away.