Altars in cathedrals laid bare

Tabernacles flung wide and empty

No Mass spoken

We must enter the emptiness

Must ache

And ache

And ache...

Must weep

If we dare

If we will

If we can...

Must unknow what we think we know

Must forget what we have been told before

Must feel the pain of lost hope

Must ache with the guilt of words spoken or unspoken

Must wish for one more chance to express our love

Must feel,

Really feel,

Bereaved

With Mary

With the Beloved Disicple

With Peter

With Judas

With those whose names we will never know and whose stories will never be told...

Holy Saturday

Empty

Aching

Painful