Holy Saturday
I wrote this reflection over twenty-five years ago while I was attending a Holy Week retreat. I wanted to imagine what it may have been like in this “amniotic darkness” of Mother Earth holding the body of Jesus for only a laser-like moment before the Resurrection.
The Mother-Tomb
She welcomed and embraced him within her earthen breast.
Holding him, enfolding him in her arms of caressing-clay.
A struggle of new birth. A struggle of new life.
A struggle to rise beyond all time and space.
For in this mother-tomb of emptiness, she holds the Fullness of all Life;
she holds the Fullness of all Love.
Nurturing him with gentle, warm love. Whispering to him a lullaby of peace.
Blessing him with a tender-touch. Kissing his wounds to release the pain.
For here in this womb-tomb, he will pass over from this Mother's heart
to the Creator's arms.
For here in this womb-tomb, he will pass over from death to Life!
For here in this womb-tomb, he will pass over to God-Glory ~ Alleluia!
O Mother Earth, Womb of Life, embrace us in our darkness.
Hold us to your earthen breast. Mid-wife us as we struggle with our humanness.
Nurture us, bless us, and caress us. Place your healing kiss upon our wounds.
Teach us the lesson of passing over; teach us the lesson of letting go.
Guide us as we search with eager-earth-eyes for the bright brilliance of Easter Light - and to look up and see only Jesus. Alleluia! Alleluia!
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