Without

Holy Saturday

My friend and my neighbor

you have put away from me,

and darkness is my only companion.

Psalm 88:19

Waiting without word.

Longing without consolation.

Watching without relief.

Faith grounded into dust

grounding itself in not knowing.

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

Anne E. Kitch