Holy Saturday is a challenging day. We awaken to the shock of grief, to the howling emptiness of loss. Today there is nothing to do but to wait. Attached is a song “I tread on the grass” which expresses Mary’s journey through loss into an encounter with the Lord of the morning. It’s by John Bell and Graham Maule, sung by Livy Lewis, copyright Iona Community, used under CCLI438169. Words are as follows:

“I tread on the grave where the dew lies deep
while the air is clear and the world’s asleep.
I tramp on the verge of a dream that’s gone –
How I miss the Lord of the Morning!

Morning!  How can daylight dawn now I miss the Lord of the morning?

I tread through the streets on the resting day,
not a soul in sight, not a child at play;
I tramped on the ash of a fire once bright –
How I miss the Lord of the Morning!

Morning! Let it still be night, for I miss the Lord of the morning.

I trod all the way from the town to the hill
and I found my way, but I lost my will;
I tramped up the stairs to a room turned strange –
How I miss the Lord of the Morning!

Morning! Nothing can derange how I miss the Lord of the Morning!

I trod out the hours on a wine-stained floor
till the darkness warned of the day in store;
I tramped to a garden, engulfed in dread –
How I miss the Lord of the Morning!

Morning!  Life and love are dead and I miss the Lord of the Morning!

This final verse moves us into a different voice and a new morning….

I tread on the grass where the dew lies deep
while the air is clear and the world’s asleep;
I tramp on the verge of an endless dawn –
For I am the Lord of the Morning!

Morning!  Darkness now has gone and I am the Lord of the Morning!”

A friend of mine who suffers from acute depression likes to remind me that Jesus rises from the dead in the dark hour of the night before the women arrive at dawn to find him already risen. We inhabit the darkness with purpose because it is in the darkness not in the glare of full sunshine that our hope is found.

Below is a painting I have on the wall in the vicarage. It’s by artist David Meeking and it expresses the darkness of the sea at night. I love this painting because the more I look at it the more I see the nuance and complexity of the light within it.

With love and every blessing

Jenny