Yes – the empty tomb
Where corpses hidden in the gloom
Of stony crypts are placed unseen.
But where’s the corpse that here has been?
Clean and healthy air
Floods through the tomb as everywhere
Our mortal eyes search out to see
What Angels declared reverently.
Where’s our Master gone?
He’s left us here, orphans alone.
We’re waiting. Knowing naught to do.
What can we? Teacher, where are You?
Gone false dreams and fears
And gone are specious doubts and tears.
He came and dined amongst us all
We saw! Believed! Here – in our hall!
One day I will too
Be raised. Like what I saw Him do
To Lazarus. So may it be
My tomb, like His, becomes empty.