Empty

Holy Saturday

Will you wonders be known in the dark?

or your righteousness in the country

where all is forgotten?

Psalm 88:13

weariness meets the morning

bright and fresh and sorrow laden

birds and blades of grass hold their breath

time forgets its path

emptiness fills creation

awaiting God’s miracle of love

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Anne is a writer, mother, priest, spouse, teacher, and contemplative hopeful.

Anne E. Kitch