This poem is republished from an earlier post because it is so fitting for the day of waiting between death and life. May your Easter be blessed!
 
My Refuge is in the Crucified One
Dark, adrift, alone, awash in sorrow,
knowing this--how left alone I will betray you.
Since the garden such has been my sentence.
Keep before my eyes the truth that safety lies in you.
Let me not forget!
Like Peter in another garden seeking safety,
I deny and lie to hide my shame.
Blotting out my promises of faith,
instead for fear I spurn my friend,
protesting much but failing ever.
I weep bitterly.
My fate is to fall. I cannot heal myself.
What hope in flesh that bears the mark
of Adam's sin, a scar upon my soul.
O wretched woman, turn your eyes to him,
you'll find his gaze sees all,
and those who sorrow for their sin
will find peace with Him.
Though knowing of my treachery,
still he bore the cross! Stretched out,
staked, raked, wracked for my sins,
Knowing in my poisoned state
I could not find the narrow gate
He opened wide the door to life
and drew me in.
The door where healing lies leads to His heart.
Remind me when I falter. You are the remedy,
your cross the cure that grants me grace,
your heart a healing garden,
your tomb the womb that gives us birth,
our one sure hiding place.
Beautifully rich. Thank you. Blessed Resurrection Day to you!
Happy blessed Easter, Ann!