Sunday, April 12, 2009

Resurrection Day Poem

A rough draft of the occurrences of that first Easter sunrise....

the glorious dawn

the sun was just peering between the hills,
spreading oranges and pinks through the clouds
as the women passed through the silent streets,
in the gloaming --
arms filled with cotton cloths
with which to wrap the body.

their eyes widened with surprise
when they saw the large stone rolled away
from the tomb's entrance.
tentatively they entered the garden tomb,
unsure what to expect.

then on their faces they fell
before a heavenly being,
glowing and glimmering
with immortal light.

"be not afraid," he said.
"He is not here. He is risen!
go, tell His followers the Good News!"

and away the women rushed,
believing the unbelievable,
eager to share the miracle.

(c) 2009 Susanne Barrett


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