walked slowly to the grave
heavy with ointments
sun breaks silver
purple across the whole horizon
she went to attend the dead
but instead
was attended by the living
cleaning up from the haze
a great destruction
a shaft of light breaks
a voice is heard
He descends
I feel His wounds
Hosannah to the Lamb
Easter weekend in the temple
prayers of dedication
He comes
brilliant white with a voice
of rushing waters
My darkest hour
He brings His light
my fingers trace the holes in
His hands as He holds me
My dawn breaks
