A holy lightening stands before the cave
while guards lie, stonelike, on the hardened ground.
One white garbed angel speaks from open grave,
his presence with the missing stone astound
the mourning women. Overwhelmed by fright,
and sorrow filled, unable now to move
they stand in frozen heaviness despite
an open tomb where graveclothes resting prove
Truth has freed their tongues
to tell the others news that cannot wait.
One numbly turns to go, the other runs
ahead to spread this information: The fate
of He who hung upon a cross and bled.
He is alive! He rose just as He said.