Easter Morning
She stood in front of the tomb, thinking. The stone had
been rolled aside. The tomb was empty.
There was nothing there.
So, she left. She walked in the woods. And the birds were
singing. And the dawn was breaking.
It was early spring.
It was, in many ways, Him. And in other ways, it wasn't.
After a time, she became tired & laid against a tree
and fell asleep.
Then, the angels came.
They had come to take her with them, if she had been unable
to go further. But she was dreaming & she was happy. So, the angels left.
On Earth, the bliss comes & goes, comes & goes.
And the angels accept this. And she accepts it.
John L. Steadman
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