The Silent Vigil

 

In the hush of Holy Saturday's eve,

Women from Galilee, hearts heavy, grieve.

With spices and ointments, they hasten near,

To honor the body they hold so dear.

But Sabbath's law, a barrier strong,

Against their love, it did prolong.

With hearts torn, they pause and rest,

Obeying the law, in Sabbath's behest.

In the shadows of grief, they silently pray,

For the dawn of Sunday, to light their way.

Tears mingle with whispers of hope,

As they await the promise, with hearts wide open.

Between the death and the rising sun,

In faith they wait, though the night's begun.

And as Sunday breaks, with the dawn's first light,

Their sorrow turns to joy, in wondrous sight.