Yesterday I shivered in the chilly damp. The wind, blowing through the clouds, beat down the daffodils and tulips, and peppered the rain soaked ground with pink and white blossoms blown from the trees.
Yesterday was Good Friday.
The weather is nicer today. Nicer, but quiet. Really quiet. Quiet and strangely still. As if the earth itself is holding it’s breath.
Today is Holy Saturday.
But tomorrow with the dawn, a warm sunshine is due to return. It will be a glorious day. Even if the rain pours down and the wind blows. Even if it should hail or snow. Even then it will be a glorious day. Because…