All night had shout of men, and cry
\nOf woeful women filled His way;
\nUntil that noon of sombre sky
\nOn Friday, clamour and display
\nSmote Him; no solitude had He,
\nNo silence, since Gethsemane.<\/p>\n
Public was Death; but Power, but Might,
\nBut Life again, but Victory,
\nWere hushed within the dead of night,
\nThe shutter\u2019d dark, the secrecy.
\nAnd all alone, alone, alone,
\nHe rose again behind the stone.<\/p>\n
\u2013Alice Meynell (1847-1922)<\/p>\n
\nThere’s a rumour, a whisper. Something’s happening. Could it be? #HolySaturday<\/a> @gandkchurch<\/a> @cofe<\/a> pic.twitter.com\/4xJz6oTEpv<\/a><\/p>\n
\u2014 Craig J Huxley (@CraigJHuxley) April 15, 2017<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n