(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 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.