[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']HOW CAN IT BE[/FONT]
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[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']The first day of the week gave little hope.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']all of our expectations disintegrate in time[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']Waiting in fear of a rap on a locked door.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']My minds confused. How can this be! I feel like someone new.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']The cave is before now me, no it can't be, tears begin anew.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']The half light does its work, and serve to chill my bones.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']Must tell the others. Must find what we do.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']His closest 2 came with me now, they rushed to the cave.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']To return past me, before I even saw, the cave was empty.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']Why this should happen, is beyond my knowing.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']But the linen still there, and no body in it.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']I slipped to my knees, in tears I wept,[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']and heard a voice "why do u weep".[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']"MY lord is gone, I know not where"[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']I must go, too long here now.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']"Woman, why do u weep. who do u seek?"[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']He must have moved him, why? Where?[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']"If you have moved him, please tell me where"[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']"Mary"[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']That voice. it can't be, my mind playing up.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']That it must be. I must go, but I need to see,[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']the voice that called behind me, stopping to turn,[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']Now I see, my mourning turned to joy "Master"[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']"Touch me not" he said, but I need to know,[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']to accept what I see. Run, I must go.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']To tell the others of what I have seen and know[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']HE HAS RISEN, AND HE IS ALIVE.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']© [/FONT][FONT='Arial','sans-serif']2002 David Hardy. Brisbane, Australia.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']davidhardy59@hotmail.com[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif'][/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']The first day of the week gave little hope.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']all of our expectations disintegrate in time[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']Waiting in fear of a rap on a locked door.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']My minds confused. How can this be! I feel like someone new.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']The cave is before now me, no it can't be, tears begin anew.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']The half light does its work, and serve to chill my bones.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']Must tell the others. Must find what we do.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']His closest 2 came with me now, they rushed to the cave.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']To return past me, before I even saw, the cave was empty.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']Why this should happen, is beyond my knowing.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']But the linen still there, and no body in it.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']I slipped to my knees, in tears I wept,[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']and heard a voice "why do u weep".[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']"MY lord is gone, I know not where"[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']I must go, too long here now.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']"Woman, why do u weep. who do u seek?"[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']He must have moved him, why? Where?[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']"If you have moved him, please tell me where"[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']"Mary"[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']That voice. it can't be, my mind playing up.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']That it must be. I must go, but I need to see,[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']the voice that called behind me, stopping to turn,[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']Now I see, my mourning turned to joy "Master"[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']"Touch me not" he said, but I need to know,[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']to accept what I see. Run, I must go.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']To tell the others of what I have seen and know[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']HE HAS RISEN, AND HE IS ALIVE.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif'] [/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']© [/FONT][FONT='Arial','sans-serif']2002 David Hardy. Brisbane, Australia.[/FONT]
[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']davidhardy59@hotmail.com[/FONT]
