This is a poem for Holy Saturday, inspired by Passion of the Christ. Even though it’s short, it’s really aesthetic.
The grass has grown lush and green
Though the clouds are overcast,
And the smell of rain permeates
My dulled senses, alive at last.
The hydrangeas now are blooming,
Their blue bright against gray sky,
I hope that soon, after tonight,
New clouds, all white, will fly.
Nature tells me that it’s hopeless,
As the rain begins to pour,
And puddles form in sunken places
And thunder shakes the storm.
So while my heart is somber,
There’s a trace of excitement in it,
For while there was a tomb for Christ
He will soon no longer be in it.
So let me reflect upon my Lord
And tomorrow morning too,
Although it’s storming, Christ did say,
“Behold, I make all things new.”