Saturday, April 7, 2012

Easter Vigil

Watching, waiting, hurting, praying;
no understanding, certainty; hope instead.
Wondering why we should be staying.
Will he be raised from the dead?

Time is indiscernible motion;
feet and arms heavy as lead.
Feels like we have cried an ocean.
Will he be raised from the dead?

Burying heads beneath the covers,
sheet of anguish, quilt of dread.
Hurt even more than that of lovers.
Will he be raised from the dead?

© 2012 Todd Jenkins

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