Saturday, April 3, 2010

Wait. You Just have to Wait

The Saturday of Holy Week: waiting, waiting--being still, living with the horror for a whole day, waiting. And their waiting was not in expectation of resurrection. More like: so now what? How do I explain this? Perhaps I'll just quietly walk back down to the dock and see how my fishing boat is. Anyone want to come?



Corridor of death

Clouds run from the horizon

Crows fly single file




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5 comments:

scottnicks said...

A murder of crows is always a bad omen. I imagine there was a lot of head scratching wondering if they missed a memo along the way somewhere. Did any of them really put any stock into the "three day" thing that he was talking about. Doubt and cynicism has a field day.

Craig and Bethany said...

Awesome. I complete forget that they do NOT expect the resurrection. This makes me think about Saturday totally different. Should be Black Saturday.

Tattoo Girl said...

Moon Poem 3

75%

Shifting on grey wires
Starlings, black musical notes.
A composition.

Goat said...

Tattoo--OOOooo. I see quarter notes, maybe eighth notes all on the staff. Exquisite tune. Point and counter point. More please.

Craig and Bethany said...

YES! The whole poem pivots on the musical notes. Brilliant.