Witnesses

The heavens crying tears of grief displaying
emotions of thousands who traveled here,
spectators craving like vultures to see the torture,
cruelty of the execution of innocent men, though
one man is the star attraction, this man speaking
heresy to some, truth to others

The skies light up with sudden strikes of lightning
illuminating the ground on which planted they are
like trees without branches except arms, legs
lacking the green of leaves save the crown of thorns
on one, without the sap that runs albeit the blood
through different veins uprooted

The day turned night darkest, no sun shining,
the wind carrying the weeping of a few women closest
not able to believe nor understand that life would come
again to all when the tomb, stone rolled away, they
would witness no body within and carry away with
them the joyous news there is life

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There is a lot contained in the Easter story, but you carried it so elegantly. I am continually inspired when I read your stuff, it seems to float and carry me with it. I am always grateful for the Easter story that takes me out of the darkeness and into redemtion with hope of renewal and a promise that there is no sting in death.

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