Holy Saturday

Taste that still voice in silence deep, Release old strains of hurts laid bare; Apt solemn poise in death's dream sleep, Notice odd gains in buried flair; Quest now embalmed in earth's moist cave, Urge grace to show a secret tell; In sorrow's psalm the martyred brave, Love thus must know lost grandeur's spell. Hope awaits thus the touch of grace, Observe the wind that swirls sad chime; Light hollows dust upon this face, Yes love unseen accords changed mime. Sense surreal space in mystery, Attest to choice beyond glimpse plain; Touch beyond place time blooming free, Upon fixed poise loss seems in vain; Raise up again wise love not lost, Descend not end that glimpse of flight; Ask joy not slain to transcend cause, Yonder uptrend of brilliant light. Leon Enriquez 31 March 2018 Singapore