Holy Saturday

Every morning the sun rises,

majestic and steady.

She is greeted

in all her strength

with the joyous cacophony of birdsong.

I like to believe

this holy chorus

is the birds telling each other—

I’m here.

We made it through the night.

You’re not alone.

What good, good news.

—excerpt from the poem “Birdsong” by Rev. Sarah A. Speed | @sanctifiedart