Tho’ He said it many times, “The third day I’ll rise”,
still, it came as a surprise
(and surprises still)
when he forsook the tomb,
leaving it barren of His presence,
leaving His empty linens bearing the essence
of His corporeal-likeness,
soaked in His sweat,
smeared with His blood.
Why, oh why, when I look into that soul-less cavern,
somehow, I expect Him to appear
(tho’ I’ve ne’er found Him there!)?
Yet, if…when I listen for His voice, I hear
Him calling me, always saying (never “Wait for Me there”, but ever),
“Follow Me wherever I lead you!”