Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

The Loneliest Saturday

This Saturday meant very little -
chores and errands,
food and sun,
But think of how disciples quivered
as hours passed them,
one by one.

How they gathered, frightened faces,
downcast eyes,
all full of dread.
We can't imagine how their terror
was manifest
in what they said.

Or how they'd cast their whole lives on
this teacher who
had just been killed.
Was there any ray of hope that
barely flickered,
or was it stilled?

That Friday evening brought no closure
to worried hearts
and souls bereft,
And when another evening passed
without an answer,
then what was left?

Sometimes now that we know the story
we overlook
just what they bore,
But how would we hold up much better,
to spend one day
without the Lord?

More writing by this author

Blogs on This Site