Holy Saturday

On this, the day after,

we sit, gut-punched

with sadness and grief,

unable to imagine tomorrow.

On this day, Lord,

You remind us, though,

that just because we

cannot imagine it,

that doesn’t mean

that the unimaginable—

the glorious,

the wondrous,

heart-stopping,

jaw-dropping,

breath-stealing

manifestation

of Your power—

won’t come to pass.

You, Lord,

thank goodness,

are not limited

by our lack

of imagination.

For even when

our imagination fails,

Lord, You do not fail us.

Your mercy, Your love,

Your faithfulness endures.

Amen.

Lamentations 3:21-23