That was the Day Between the Night Before–
The blood
still wet upon the hill;
His body
wrapped,
entombed,
and still;
the great stone sealed
with Roman seal
and guarded well.
Many a Judean home
had now become
a lesser tomb
within whose walls
men lay,
whose Life had died
That Day.

Looking back
we cannot share
their black
despair.
For us
He is the risen Christ,
as He had said:
for them, that Shabbat,
all life died–
for He was dead.
That was the Day Between the Night Before.

This is my Day Between, my Night Before …
Suspended
in this interim–
let me be still,
let me adore,
let me remember
Him.

*Saturday Between Good Friday and Easter

Taken by permission from “Ruth Bell Graham’s Collected Poems,” by Ruth Bell Graham, ©1977, 1992, 1997 The Ruth Graham Literary Trust.