While He away
in silent sleep
and quiet quest
to set all captives free
My heart bereft
my eyes they weep
I ponder deep
all that He means to me
The earth now holds
Him as I did
So tenderly
She cradles Him and sings
And with them both
my soul is hid
yet ready for
the Light Sweet Sunday brings.
~Cheryl Anne
(a song for Holy Saturday)
Brigid's Hearth 