The Sabbath had passed

Haiku of hope and celebration.

The sabbath had passed,

here they come with tearful eyes

to tend his body.

Three of the women,

bring their spices to the tomb

along with their love.

The sun had risen,

the darkness was at its end:

lots of metaphors.

Of the entrance stone

they questioned each other: Who

will roll it away?

The tomb was open,

the stone already rolled back!

Nothing to stop them!

Entering the tomb

there is nothing to be seen;

at least no body.

A man, dressed in white

with his most puzzling words;

Do not be alarmed!

Jesus? He’s not here.

There is the place they laid him;

he’s been raised to life.

Go inform his friends!

The women flee in terror

and keep their mouths shut.

© Ken Rookes