We travel the path before us,
Not knowing where exactly it leads
looking behind to see where we’ve been where
We’ve come from.
We realize we’ve climbed hills, stumbled
Over rocks, become tired.
But we got this far.
We made it this far.
We turn our eyes back to the path ahead, pushing
Onward, where we do not know.
And there we smile in the absence of
Certainty and encounter
Beauty, waiting just for us in just that
For perhaps that is the journey,
Holy Saturday in a Pandemic