Penance

(Holy Saturday)

 

The emptiness of God

There can be such a thing

 

When God has left

Because we cast God out

 

What it means to have God slain

All miracles and lessons ended

 

The company

The miracle of trust

 

To have the

Lord in body

 

Hungry, thirst with us

The source of faith in the room

 

And yet we struggled with

Him in the flesh

 

Now

Now there’s less than nothing

 

Fear of arrest, forgotten words

There’s hiding, lack of life

 

No prophecy unremembered

Is worth all this

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Vincent Erhart on Unsplash

I took that image in a former Romanian salt mine. It was one of the darkest, most surrealistic and impressing place I have ever been. . . . The photo shows the 120 meter high vertical main tunnel.