Holy Saturday

“…there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb

in which no one had been ever been buried.” John 19:41



This, the time of life when funerals abound –

in barely a decade, we’ve worn the grass

of cemeteries in three states, buried the last

uncle, his mother, my father, shared ground

now consecrated to loss. Now the debates

among friends our age: whether to be planted

or scattered, and if that last, what land

or favorite ocean to welcome, separate

the ashes, what remains of love. In faith

alone we guard our hope to embrace

all those we’ve loved, see their faces

illuminated, frail flesh at last escaped.

So the women at the tomb with their spices

bore slim faith – the lamp of His promises.

Kathleen O’Toole, OblSB

Emmanuel Monastery

Lutherville, MD

Author: 3osb

We are Sisters and Oblates of three Benedictine Monasteries who work together on communicating the Benedictine charism: Emmanuel Monastery, Lutherville, MD St. Gertrude Monastery, Ridgely, MD St. Benedict Monastery, Bristow, VA

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