Did birds sing that day – 
in the morning 
like they always did before 
and have done every day since?

Was it the one day 
in all the days of this earth 
when the birds did fret 
for what they would eat or drink? 

How deafening that silence 
must have been 
to those who loved Him 
and followed to the end…

Why doesn’t anyone 
preach or teach or wonder 
about that 
silent saturday?