What Was God Doing on Saturday?

A Poem for Holy Week
Wendell Berry

What hard travail God does in death!
He strives in sleep, in our despair,
And all flesh shudders underneath
The nightmare of His sepulcher.

The earth shakes, grinding its deep stone;
All night the cold wind heaves and pries;
Creation strains sinew and bone
Against the dark door where He lies.

The stem bent, pent in seed, grow straight
And stands. Pain breaks in song. Surprising
The merely dead, graves fill with light
Like opened eyes. He rests in rising.
(From A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997, Counterpoint, 1998)


(Matthias Grunewald, Isenheim Altarpiece)

In hope of what the morning will bring!

Grace and peace,



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1 thought on “What Was God Doing on Saturday?

  1. thanks for sharing. Appreciated – Dave


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