Skies alight with morning sun,
Grass still wet with early dew,
Garden quiet as a tomb,
Women move to offer view
Of a body in a grave,
Hasty rush as time was short,
Once that death had clearly come.
Need to make the lasting tribute
For their loss had left them numb.
He had been their beloved teacher,
Healer, guide and faithful friend
For these women had been present,
Staying ‘til the painful end.
Now to roll the stone from doorway,
Who will help with final task?
But the stone has been unsettled,
Where is someone there to ask?
With their herbs and spices ready
To perform the final rite,
What has happened to the body,
Since that awful Friday night?
Peering in they see the grave cloths,
Laying there upon the stone,
And two angels stand before them
Where they thought they’d be alone.
Why the tears? Who are you seeking?
In this place of souls so dead.
Don’t you know he said he’d risen
When three days had quickly fled?
He’s not here. He’s gone before you.
Joining those he’d left behind.
In the place where they are hiding,
He appears and offers kind
Words of healing, food for thought,
Proof that he has changed the process,
To what is and not what ought.
Death has lost the final battle,
Fear and pain will finally cease,
He has conquered death through mercy,
Offering all the way to ….