SILENT SATURDAY
Harrower of hell, lift heartsick Adam.
Restore him to friendship with the Three he left behind.
Take Eve’s trembling hand.
Bring her to where your Mother waits with gentle eyes.
Let them walk again in the cool of the day.
Heads high, strides strong, laughing, listening to birdsong.
Triumphant descent
I love this poem- it is widening my imagination to begin to comprehend an inkling of His tide of victory flowing back to the beginning of time.