EASTER SATURDAY
The silence of the tomb, the darkness of the earth.
The broken body.
My wife in bed. Heavy curtains blocking out the glorious Spring afternoon sunshine. She lies in the dark.
Her tears, just now, that she can do so little, her body on fire, paralysed, swollen in agony.
My wife ignored for decades by the Church, yet so extraordinarily close to God.
Easter Saturday.
The One who will rise through love.
Gives me the strength to hold her in love.
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