Holy Saturday...Jesus is in the tomb. They rolled the stone across the mouth of the tomb. The Angel stood guard. Jesus was within the tomb. Mary waited, in confidence and trust, her Eucharistic vigil before the tomb. She knew this was not the end that Jesus would perform a miracle.
There is no greater love than to lay down our life for a friend. Jesus is your friend.
Jesus, You gave Your life for us and, from the Cross, You gave us Your Mother. Gazing at Mary, we know that Jesus is with us. Standing at the tomb by Mary's side, we wait. In silence, we watch and pray...
Mary, Mother of God, by the passion and death of your only Son, give us His life. Make us new, give us the trust of children, give us the childhood of Christ. Grant us, Virgin Mother, a new heaven and a new earth, because we see with His eyes, hear with His ears, work with His hands, walk on His feet, trust with His trust in His Heavenly Father, and love with His heart. Excerpts from poem, Holy Saturday by Caryll Houselander +1954 British mystic, poet and spiritual teacher.
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