The Whole Story
Behind that stone before
it was rolled away
a corpse lay.
There lay all I deplore:
fear, truculence – much more
that to any other I need not say.
But behind that stone I must be sure
of deadness, to allay
self-doubt i.e. so nearly to ignore
the love and sacrifice for our
release; to nearly stray
back into the old
pursuit of virtue.
Once it is clear
it was a corpse that day,
then, then, we know the glory
of the clean place, the floor
of rock, those linens, know the hour
of His inexplicable “Peace;” the pour
— after He went away —
of wonder, readiness, simplicity,
6 thoughts on “An Easter Sunday Poem”
A lovely poem for a special day, Arti. Christ is Risen! He is risen, indeed!
Happy Easter to you and yours.
This is lovely- thank you for sharing, and Happy Easter!
Amazing what was done for us. Happy Easter!
This is beautiful — and the photo is exquisite.
What a precious poem!! I was just reading online in a few different places, that when the soldier’s lance pierced Jesus’ side and the blood and water ran out, that the water was from a small sac around the heart, and that if Jesus had not already died, which He did as He laid down His life Himself, that that piercing wounding by the lance would have stopped His heart. A most Blessed Resurrection time to all!! See you in Heaven, by God’s grace and mercies!! God bless, C-Marie