The Sabbath was observed,
And not defiled.
His disciples in hiding,
And no miracle crusades.
The reality was setting in,
Perhaps, He is really gone indeed.
Some could not accept his demise,
Some contend to challenge the facts.
In their minds they struggled,
With much intensity they grappled,
As they staggered at His Word....
“On the third day I will rise again”.
The reality stared at them,
Facts poked at them,
Feelings rise as tide vehemently,
His Word seemed to be fading away....
Friday was gone!
Saturday passed as normal!
What hope is there in Sunday?
They lingered in the shadows of the past,
Clenched tightly, to memories of Him they have.
The hope in Sunday is thin and flimsy
But then, He said “He will rise again!”
Like a child lost in the midst of
Unfamiliar crowd, the disciples wept and cried.
Holding on to each other
Hugging one another
Embracing, like as though
They were about to part ways.
The disciples sought solace
Wiping away each other's tears
Wondering what really is next.
The women could not stay away
The were restless and sleepless
They prepared an ointment
It has been three days already.
Sunday is here, it has come!
Mary of Magdala led the few, to the tomb
Bearing with them the ointment
They are allowed, according to traditions.
And even if it was the last sneak and peek
The women, yearned to see Him again.
The rabbi had to be preserved
The master had to be fresh
They wanted Him to be the same
Even in death, He should look,
Like He is asleep. They could not let go.
Closer to the tomb as they get
The thought of the stone
Bugged their minds, the stone
At the entrance of His tomb.
But the closer to tomb they get
The clearer they saw....
The stone has been rolled away!
A miracle has occurred,
Their prayer was answered!
Mary rushed to the entrance
The others did in like manner
But! He whom they came for,
Is no where to be found.
Their hearts skipped a beat
They robbed their eyes
Where have they laid Him?
Who took our Lord?
Their heart raced, their faces red
The thought hurt and
The tears began to stream again.
What more do they want?
The haters are at it again.
Where now, have they laid Him?
Amid their confusion,
A young man watching them
Told them the One they seek is risen
The women did not even realise
The tomb was not just empty,
But was also unguarded....
“He is risen”... He told them,
According to His Word.
Responding to what they heard
The three women took to their heels
Raced like Olympians without stopping
To where the disciples were hiding.
A mixture of joy and life returned
A blend of strength and courage arose
Within the beings of the bearers of the news.
They banged on the door, swing wide to go in
As they proclaimed to Peter and the rest
He is risen! He is risen!! He is risen!!!
Jesus the Nazarene is Alive!!!
I believe you all had
a very wonderful Easter!