Holy Saturday 2026

O, Tree upon Golgotha’s height,
Did your long-fathers know
That one among their sylvan seed
Should ferry God below—
Below the waking world of men
Below the barren earth
Where dreaming shades in silence wait
The promise of their birth?

Yet here below He does descend,
And walks among the trees
Of Eden, there in shadows hid,
His wayward Bride to seek.

And lo! Her banished body lies
Beneath that elder Tree
Where hunger for the food of God
Did God and Man aggrieve.

Then God, as Man, doth Him recline
Beside her curse’ed flesh
As myrrh and nard and frankincense
Fill all that House of Death.

And now the Tomb is Paradise,
And Eden whelms the Grave
For here the Bread and Wine of God
One flesh with ours is made.

O, see and take and eat the feast and know the King Divine,
Who spreads a table in our death—Sheol, His House of Wine.