In the early morning sunlit stillness
A gentle breeze blows past the garden tomb,
Where the sealed stone, displaced in the coolness,
Reveals gleaming figures against the gloom.
"Where is he?", she tearful, asks the groundsman,
His true identity misunderstood.
"Mary", spoken, carries more meaning than
All the years of His teaching ever could.
Two go racing through the dawning garden
Up to the tomb, where, the loser enters.
There he finds the strips of folded linen,
And then rushes back to tell his brothers:-
Jesus Christ is risen! Alleluia!
He is risen indeed! Alleluia!
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This is part 4 of a 4 part work - the Easter Sonnets