A Solemn Saturday

 

It was good while it lasted

But it has now come to an end,

All hope has gone with his defeat

And only gloom descends.

 

It’s a solemn Saturday

None like it before

And while they reminisced

Their pain grew more.

 

 

A solemn Saturday indeed

Never a Sabbath like this!

To whom can they turn

In their moment of anguish?

 

He had submitted so easily

To their perennial enemy,

Now they will be captives forever

With no hope to be free.

 

The Jews had delivered him

To the Romans to be crucified

But that the Romans were the culprits

Was not to be denied.

 

It was a solemn Saturday

But then, all Sabbaths were,

But that this was the most solemn

Nothing could ever deter.

 

They were behind closed doors

Afraid to show their face,

After yesterday’s events,

Of hope there was not a trace.

 

Solemnity reigned supreme

With their hope entombed,

For anything other than dismay

There was no room.

 

Their champion had succumbed

To the Roman scourge

And even to venture out again

There was no urge.

 

A Sabbath with a difference

Truly, a solemn Saturday,

Rabboni lies dead…

There’s none to show the way.

 

Stewart Russell © April 2, 2021