The Waiting Day

What is this in-between day?
Day between darkness and light,
Day between blood and water.
A shadowed day. Yesterday the sun
Hid its face, today it rises again 
In fire unabated, yet is not risen.
A day of doubting and tears,
A day of crushed hope and vanished
Ambition. Visions grown dim. 
Mountains veiled in cloud.
A sabbath day, a rest when work
Is finished. A broken day, when all
That was true seems undone.
A waiting day for what is to come,
A day filled with the scent of dried blood,
Of myrrh and aloes,
Honeysuckle and frankincense, 
And the hesitant song of birds
Waking in the budding trees.