Saturday: A Poem
Saturday . The longest day in history. The saddest, The heaviest, As we wait, Knowing and Living Between an "already" And a "not yet." Already, We have seen His death. The darkness has come, We have seen The veil torn, Even the dead raised. We know The war has been Won, But we haven't Seen it. Not yet. We know What's coming, But have yet to Live it. We haven't seen His resurrection, Not yet. Our faith is Real, Tested, True. But it's not Complete, Not finished, Not over, Not yet. And so, We continue Waiting. We hope. We trust. For the day Our faith Becomes Sight.