Haiku of the dawn
The Sabbath had
passed.
They came to tend to
his corpse,
to confront their
pain.
The three: Salome,
the Marys, women of
faith,
doing love’s duty.
As the sun rises
they bring their
aching sorrow,
their baskets of
spice.
Who will roll the
stone?
One more barrier to
face
and to overcome.
Look! The stone is
gone!
Come inside the dark
unknown,
discover the truth.
A youth dressed in
white
greets them, Do
not be alarmed!
Not much chance of
that!
The tomb is empty.
What are we to make
of this?
Does he really live?
Mark leaves us with
doubt,
bewilderment and
terror
as they flee in
fear.
©
Ken Rookes 2020
One for the Narrative Lectionary, responding to Mark's story of the empty tomb.
