Sunday. The first Day

Sunday. The first day.

Haiku for upending

Sunday. The first day.

The sun returns from beyond;

light chases darkness.

They come to the tomb,

the women, aching, faithful,

to honour their friend.

Bringing their spices

they come to prepare his corpse;

their duty of love.

The stone had been moved.

The open entrance calls them;

Come, see my surprise!

The tomb is empty,

His broken body is gone,

spirited away.

Two men, shining bright

in robes that dazzle the eyes,

come and address them.

Why look in a tomb?

The one you seek is alive!

Remember his words.

The women returned,

(there were at least five of them),

but they weren’t believed.

Peter, however,

wanted to see for himself,

and ran to the tomb.

Only the grave-clothes

were there to be seen. Peter

returned home, amazed.

A tomb that’s empty,

a man no longer present:

should we doubt or hope?

How shall we respond

to this story of wonder,

and to he who lives?

© Ken Rookes 2019