Joy In the Emptiness

Where once a caterpillar ceased to crawl knit into a temporary tomb a chrysalis shell now lies, empty, broken observed from above by the butterfly, now set free Where once a pine cone lay on the topsoil awaiting a crucible of fire tested and tried, but not to perish releasing its seeds by the wildfire's heat a burnt shell now lies, empty, broken observed from above by the new pine tree, with uplifted branches Where once a tomb held a broken and torn body stricken, smitten, and afflicted awaiting the promise from on high the disciples gape at the rolled away stone "He is not here, He is risen!" saints and angels rejoice in God's master plan There is joy in the emptiness //certain pinecone varieties only release their seeds from the heat of a forest fire, ensuring the repopulation of trees after a devastating wildfire.// Written 10 Apr 2022