Holy Saturday 2009

Holy Saturday 2009
By Jonathan Bennett


Fresh in my mind that last, loud exclamation
Of pain as the sword pierced my heart wounding me.
So deep, so deep that I cannot be the same
Even if I see him in the light of morning.


Fresh in my mind that last, loud exclamation
Of fear as my words reached my ears, deafn'ing me.
So loud, so loud that I cannot be the same
Even if I could say "I love you" again.


Fresh in my mind that last, loud exclamation
Of rage as I washed my hands of the moment.
So cold, so cold that I cannot be the same
Even if I knew his innocence was feigned.


Fresh in my mind that last, loud exclamation
Of greeting as I betrayed him in the night.
So quick, so quick I cannot be the same
Even if I were resurrected with him.


Fresh in my mind that first soft, exclamation
Of seeing him standing there in the dawn light.
So bright, so bright I cannot be the same
Even if I did not know I'd see him again.