Saturday, April 15, 2017

Holy Saturday Silence

T.S. Eliot
“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”
From East Coker, verse III

(There is something about Holy Saturday that I like best of all in Holy Week. It is the most contemplative, silent and mystical. The man Jesus is dead and, as far as we know, gone forever. Holy Saturday is that pause between breaths, we have exhaled out, and not yet in again. It is the pinnacle, the line between all that was before and - we know not what. We seem to be alone and on our own, all is silent and still, empty; everything has changed but we don’t yet understand exactly what has happened. Obviously, God is not gone, if we know God as our very, our actual life. Holy Saturday is perfect silence with what seems like no hope - if we are speaking of hope in the way that T.S. Eliot does:"hope for the wrong thing". Now is the time for Faith, with nothing in it for me.)


  1. Now is the time for Faith, with nothing (and Everything) in it for me.


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