Easter

It is Saturday
Agonizing cry of Friday
has been stifled by death
It is a day of pensive waiting
A day of doubt, despair and fear

We too are waiting
As our dawn turns to dusk
Sometimes doubting, despairing in fear

It is Sunday
A strong wind of life
Blows over this land of death
A single drop of water on a thawing leaf
Speaks of a new beginning, of life stirring everywhere.