This photograph is the Baptist Cemetery in 'Dibley'.

On Easter Saturday 2009 a small group of us gathered there to scatter the ashes of one of our folk who had died at a relatively young age.

It was a cold day, as I recall it, and there was an almost eery silence as we gathered, briefly apart from a bustling world preoccupied with chocolate, wine and holiday fever, to hear words of hope and let go of one we loved.

How was it that first Easter Saturday, when Jesus' family grieved alone, while all around them people went to Temple or synagogue, celebrated the feast or simply went about their lives?

Jesus Christ, lying cold in the tomb, unable to touch and heal those who wept for you, be present in our darkness.