How do I express the passion within? How do I let go of the long held defence? If I show my inside, the yearning, longing... For more and more of you. Will they scoff as so many have before? Saturday of Easter week seems the perfect time, To think of waiting Of timing Of chronos and kairos The seconds of the day I waste Thinking of more waiting. The emptiness of this Saturday Begs to be explored The waiting of the disciples Unsure now, of what they were waiting for They had left their good jobs and homes To follow their leader and now... Well he was dead The ministry finished. How did that feel? Later there would be disbelief, doubt, rejoicing Barbequed fish and running to tell But now on this day Emptiness reigns How long can a day actually be? As each second feels like a minute And the hours take forever to come. Going back is not an option Matt just can't collect tax no more Taking this hollow Saturday To reflect and pray And ask what do you want from me, next?