Our Great Hope
Our Great Hope
(An Easter Poem)
As sun arose
bright morning crept.
Night's darkness fled,
though few had slept.
Tears fell from eyes,
left wispy trails,
as night rang out
with sobs and wails.
The soldiers feared.
Stone rolled away.
They must explain.
The void archway.
Great doom and fear
filled cold, dark hearts.
Concerns grew fierce,
in fits and starts.
The ladies came
to change His clothes.
The body’s gone.
Their footsteps froze.
He wasn’t there.
Where did He go?
He kept His word.
He told them so.
An angel came
and asked them why,
they looked on Earth
and not the sky.
“He’s risen now.
He is not dead.
Christ is alive,
just like He said.”
Copyright © Robert Zimmerman | Year Posted 2024
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