
The Day Between
by Ruth Bell Graham
(Saturday between Good Friday and Easter)
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 blackdespair.'
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,
* * *
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.
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