Pandemic 2020

Pandemic 2020

It’s still Lent, but it feels like

we’re stuck in

an extended

     Holy Saturday,

sheltering in the tomb, 

trapped in an

     endless silent waiting room that can only be

shattered, cracked open

By

     The One

who bursts the gates of Hell

By

     The “King of glory,

Soul of bliss”

Made like him

We, too shall rise

And Alleluia will again resound

For

Even at the Grave

Especially at the Grave

We make our song

Alleluia Alleluia Alleluia

Alleluia Alleluia Alleluia

Alleluia Alleluia Alleluia