>Holy Saturday is a day of silence.
It is the tomb.
It is the day of grieving and being still, quiet for it…or mindful of it and trying to find that still silent spot inside; ever difficult in our modern days and our/my busy loud lives.
This is the day when the tabernacles, across the world, are barren.
And the emptiness is visceral.
I feel it.
I think the world feels it.
Tonight is the vigil and the promise of the return of the light, Light itself.
But for today.
It is the deposition, the tomb.