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An Empty Tomb
An Empty Tomb
Inside a tomb sculpted in stones
Lay a corpse, half wrapped in deep white,
In darkness, with body and bones
All over nailed and stained with blood;
Such a sight, never any tomb
Had witnessed or ever will eye,
Prompted tender tears from the stones
Like sad rains dripping from the sky.
Yet, what a fortune for the tomb
Just to host the Lord`s only Son
In the midst of its lonely womb
And grace Him with its open arms!
Still greater was the tomb`s fortune
To glimpse during the course of night,
Appeasing the corpse`s deep wounds,
Lovely angels all dressed in white.
Deeper was the tomb`s amazement
To witness one angel rolling
The huge stone at the opening
Of the round-arched tomb of sorrow.
Loftiest was the tomb`s wonder
To eye, at the outset of dawn,
The white corpse risen from the tomb
Lighting around trees and the lawn.
Sorrowful was the tomb to view
Mary and her friends shedding tears
At the rolled stone and empty tomb
And singly shivering with fears.
But waves of rapture swept the tomb
When Mary reckoned the Man in white,
Standing nearby to be His Son,
Much to every human`s delight.
The empty tomb, living symbol
Of life, of hope and human love,
Transcends the bounds of time and space
And fans faith in the Lord above.
Centuries of the sands of time
Have spanned the scrolls of history;
The tomb, still sacred and sublime,
Keeps on eyeing the acts of man.
When will the divine tomb unveil
All secrets veiled in its bosom,
Spread the love instilled in its stones
And bring battling men to reason!
When will the sacred tomb witness
The fresh arrival of His Son
To span the shine of peace on earth
And set a lasting spring season!
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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