365 Poems in 365 Days: Easter Saturday

On Good Friday Our Saviour was killed
We have been promised that he will rise again
One day. Some day. Perhaps tomorrow.
But today is Saturday and god died yesterday.

I don't believe any more, and I'm no longer sure
How much I did when I did, whenever that was.
So to my lapsed theology every day is Easter Saturday
With a dead god and an unfulfilled promise of resurrection.



Poem 41 in this series.