The stone rolled away from the tomb in reverence animade in grace and gratefulness the quiet stone witness sole of resurrection now obstreperous in joy from honor unbound now quiet in love to burden not who just woke up who for three days laid as a rock for Death did not have the Word for Death is mute mute as a rock quiet as the rocks and not loud as all Miracles matter's shouts as creation praising its Creator.
A short poem about Easter inspired by Kerr Martin ‘s note:
The quote alone is worth the price of admission. Nicely said from you both.
Benno! nice. While I was reading this I thought about Sisyphus (ty Albert Camus) and started thinking about how the rock in this poem stayed in its position after the work was done - another portion of the miracle.