In between: a shadow land
silence, pain, foreboding.
side and feet, the nailed hands,
blood drenched earth.
End’s beginning tension building
silence as the blackness roars.
hold out for the third day’s dawning
a day as never was before.
“To be sure, it was not Easter Sunday but Holy Saturday, but, the more I reflect on it, the more this seems to be fitting for the nature of our human life: we are still awaiting Easter; we are not yet standing in the full light but walking toward it full of trust.”
― Milestones: Memoirs 1927-1977
Paul Russell: Musings 