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.”