SONNET................
Cristian Mocanu, RO
 

 

Holy Saturday In My Heart  

 

Once every year, oh, what an eerie waiting!

Such eagerness to find a saving power,

Whilst all your food seems-oddly-to turn sour

And you feel haunted by each thing you’re hating

 

The sense of emptiness is unabating.

Faced with the Grave, you cling to Mary’s hour.

Ultimate rampart, the Ivory Tower!

O Mother’s touch, so reinvigorating!

 

Parting from you, likewise, fills me with sorrow.

But my heart tells me that the same Light will

Burst from within the dark until tomorrow.

 

My soul, confront the darkness and the chill.

In Mary’s arms, your prayer should be thorough:

Trust in the Lord, for I will praise him still!
 

 

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