Harrowing of Hell

Crucified on Friday

Raised from the dead on Sunday

What of Saturday?

Some time after harvest,

my body grew cold

and rigid.

Some said I died.

Some said I hibernated.

Some said I wintered over.

It seemed longer than a day.

I remember being underground,

surrounded by shades,

separated

from the warmth of spirit.

In some,

faith burned like embers

under ashes.

Those rose again

to meld with the source

of all life:

Spirit.

Some went cold:

ashes to ashes;

life to mulch.

Spirit flowed to other life.

It was a harrowing experience,

nothing to do with morality,

everything to do with faith.