What I want to know is simply this:
Who rolled away the stone?
Did Jesus, reviving from the touch of Judas’ kiss
turn miracle to muscle on his own?
Or did some savior of the Savior moce the rock
to let life enter from outside –
Resurrection as a sort of picking of the lock
That separates the bridegroom from his waiting bride?
Perhaps the stone itself got bored
with waiting for a happy ending to the story,
And rolled itself away, to set the body it had stored
Upon the royal road to new life and eternal glory.
You might say it does not matter,
But when you are waiting in the dark
A person wants to know if Life is company or caller,
The friend you trust to seek you, or the waiting spark
Lynn Ungar in Blessing the Bread
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