‘Christ in the Tomb’ by Vladimir Borovikovsky

Holy Saturday

by Sister Judy Brunnell, OP

Holy Saturday
A no-thing day.
No table, no cross, no empty tomb.
Just darkness.
Deep down soil, earthiness—
Hidden treasures perhaps.
Seeds waiting for mystery to unfold
In warmth
In moisture
In unexpected, ground-breaking energy…
The Spirit lives.
Holy Saturday time:
The life we knew, no more.
Old symbols fail to move,
Rituals seem out of sync.
Experience cries to be given wings,
To find new horizons,
To spiral out in widening ripples of inclusion,
Of communion,
Of oneness and newness.
Hope is born.
Perhaps tomorrow will be Easter.

This poem was originally published on the Dominican Sisters of Hope website, where more inspirational and educational materials can be found, 

—Francis DeBernardo, New Ways Ministry, April 19. 2025