The Day Between... The Night Before

I have for years loved a book of poetry entitled "Sitting by My Laughing Fire". It was written by Ruth Bell Graham, Billy Graham's wife. I was flipping through the book again yesterday, during some reflective time, and came across the following poem, written by Mrs. Graham for the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter. I thought I'd share it with all of you as well.

That was the Day Between
the Night Before -

The blood
still wet upon the hill;
His body
wrapped,
entombed,
and still;
the great stone sealed
with Roman seal
and guarded well.

Many a Judean home
had now become
a lesser tomb
within whose walls
men lay,
whose Life had died
That Day.

Looking back
we cannot share
their black
despair.
For us
He is the Risen Christ,
as He had said:
for them, that Shabbat,
all life died -
for He was dead.
* * * *
That was the Day Between
the Night Before.
* * * *
This is my Day Between,
My Night Before....

Suspended
in this interim -
let me be still,
let me adore,
let me remember
Him.