Upon this Holy Saturday, we wait,
In silence deep, with hearts subdued and still,
The world in solemn pause, anticipates
The promise of the dawn, the heavenly will.
In quiet contemplation, we reflect
On mysteries profound, beyond our ken,
The darkness of the tomb, the soul's defect,
Yet hope arises, like a distant glen.
For in this hallowed space of sacred rest,
We sense the stirring of the Divine breath,
A whisper in the silence, manifest,
A harbinger of life beyond the death.
So let us keep this vigil, steadfast, sure,
Awaiting resurrection's light, so pure.