No one saw Him rise...
Not soldiers at the tomb —
They'd heard his death-cry, cut him down and slept secure — the stone could not be moved.
Not women coming to anoint -
The burial had been hasty, incomplete, so they brought nard and spices to touch Him one last time with love.
Not Mary, His Mother -
That night was black with grief and emptiness. But she waited for the sun to rise, assured that her life in Him could never die and would somehow quicken, be made new.
Not Peter, James and John -
Their hopes and dreams lay buried, sealed by rocks of faithlessness and fear. They dared not remember He had promised to return.
No one saw Him rise...
Except His Father-God, Who stretched out His creative Hand to shatter tomb and death and darkness, calling forth the new Adam, His Resurrected Son, to proclaim the new creation, a second Eden, bathed in light of that Easter dawn.
Joseph J. Gallo
EASTER — 1992
