You left so little behind. No stuff. Just garments To be won or lost in a gamble. A broken body To be anointed And buried. And vast, empty chasms In our hearts. Silence in that place Where once your words and laughter dropped like hopeful seeds. No stuff You left yourself behind. And soon that broken body Could no more be dead and hid. Rumbles shook earth - The dawn of resurrection life And dead bursting from their graves. Those seeds flourishing and growing Where now your words of rebuild temples Made so much sense. And when you left Your spirit left behind. No stuff But life spirit pulsing within Whispering your words in our hearts Wrapping us now in your garments of righteousness. No stuff. Just you . Forever.
Hopeless and weary, yet still
Our love for him drew us to the place where he lay
Braving the knowledge that the guards would still be there
Despite the finality of death, we had to see
even his grave
one more time.
The earth shook as we approached.
We shook, too.
Though we had thought that those last dark days had wrung out every last emotion,
We found we were wrong
but still our love drew us.
A light too bright to look into
Words issued by an angel
Words too bright to believe entirely
but unbidden, a strange forgotten joy was birthed. It was hope.
We ran. We ran to call the others, but stopped in our tracks.
He was there. Radiant.
“Greetings” he said.
Are those words from beyond the grave…….? “Greetings”
even now it makes me laugh.
And we who had thought to never feel again
were filled with joy.
Laughter spilled out, love overflowed, struck down with awe we lay flat
and clutched at his feet with love whilst we could barely breathe.
“Fear not” so gentle his words that banished fear forever.
and now we could let him go
For we knew he would never leave us again.