Tag: Holy Saturday


Livid * – a poem of Holy Saturday


In the night after Holy Saturday - an angel. But before?An original icon in the collection of Charles LaFond Livid: A poem of Holy Saturday Livid bruises cover your still body. Plums. Blues. The resulting purple. The garden. The arrest. The savage beatings. And then in that cold, stone tomb...

Go quiet, and let it happen to you.


We carry things, tremulously,  into holy spaces, hands clutching at out throat. When my crucifixion icon cracked, it made sense. We carry our suffering to the cross. Two people carry the water and wine up and into the area around the altar to be given to the deacon as they...