Can you take a moment to imagine
What it was like that Saturday
The morning after all hell broke loose
And all their hopes had passed away
The day before they all saw him
Die on a Roman cross
The man who was God had breathed his last
And all their faith was lost
I imagine a beautiful sunrise
The birds singing a beautiful song
Do you really think creation stopped
Just because their world went wrong
I imagine the silence in the streets
Of Jerusalem that day
Just made it a lot easier
To hear God’s music play
His friends and followers may have given up
Lost hope and welcomed despair
They didn’t remember what their Master had said
They forgot the hope He shared
Sunday and it’s empty grave
Was tomorrow, a day away
How could they gather strength enough
To make it through Saturday
Holed up in their attics
For fear of begin found
They didn’t see the sunrise
Or the hope it brought around
Only when tomorrow would come
And their Friend in their midst would stand
Only on that Sunday
Would those disciples understand
Today his followers honor two days
His dying and his rising
And chose to bypass Saturday
Its value not realizing
Saturday is the place we live
After death but waiting for life
Losing hope but needing it
Trying not to drown in our strife
But in our loss and in our despair
Can we look to the morning horizon
And see there Saturday’s sunrise
And the promise of new dawn
© Ruby Neumann
Poet's Note: It's Easter Saturday and this is the sunrise I saw while I was in the hot tub this morning. I started to imagine a sunrise that Saturday morning. I don't want to believe that God would have waited until Sunday to pour out his beauty. I would like to believe that there was a beautiful sunrise that morning as there was every morning, giving us something to hope for.
