On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. (Luke 24:1)
the first day:
walking with heavy loads and burdened hearts
to the place His breathless body lay.
every hour seemed so still
since that dark day.
but now, the first day:
their hesitating procession to the tomb
finds the place, but not Him;
and aching emptiness
meets anger’s anxiety.
yet, on the first day
two men send shivers of loud light
mingled with a message:
‘He’s alive like a new day’s dawning!’
and they remember His words.
this first day is the third day
that sends the dark day running.
[This is the seventh in a group of original poems composed for Holy Week.]