Holy Saturday
When I learn Lady Julian
said all shall be well
upon waking from near death
in the middle of the Black Plague,
I can begin to believe it.
Well the way a seed is well
when it dies and is buried,
and that’s all you can imagine.
Well like night. Winter.
Thunder. Wind.
Well like I thought I could not live
without you,
and look at me now.
Am I living?
Jenna Wysong Filbrun is the author of the poetry collection, Running Toward Water, forthcoming from Shanti Arts in 2026. Her poems have appeared in Blue Heron Review, Deep Wild Journal, ONE ART, and other publications. She practices poetry to deepen her awareness of connection and loves to spend time at home and in the wild with her husband, Mike, and their dogs, Oliver and Lewis. Find her on Substack @jennawysongfilbrun or on Instagram @jwfilbrun.
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