Resurrection Day

Stop, shattered one.

Still the pounding heart

breathe deep.

Unclench fists

drop the hammer

silence your shouting.

Your heart has had its way

hurled its hate

the force of your fear

fixed flesh upon the wooden beam

the scourge of your sin

stuck fast.

The darkness descended

and you shut your hope

in stone

desperately daring it

to defy your rejection.

Kneel, crippled knees.

Look upon your handiwork.

See the splinters of your fortress

stare into the gaping mouth of death

and find it empty.

Breathe deep.

Drink to the dregs

the goblet of your shame.

Then take My hand

and rise.