Saturday, March 30, 2013

Poem: Holy Saturday


Wrested again
from safe, familiar moorings
Abandoned
on a sea of darkness
Alone
no lights, no guiding star, no landmarks
Idled
by nothingness
Numbed
by the chilling spectre
of yesterday’s murderous violence
Incapacitated
by hopelessness and despair
No breezes even
to fair weather us
beyond defeat and death
All night long
and
All day long
Saddened
like wind bereft sails
Motionless
Upon
a silent sea
O Father
when will be our anchoring?
when our harbouring
in Your light and life?

Brendan J. Kelly, S.J. (Australia)