Histories appointed time
Witnesses in groups
scattered around the hill,
Centurions guarding
clutching weapons and discipline
Eyes watching cross nailed body
One of Rome’s three erected punishments,
Disciples grief clustered 
mother, brother, friends, disciples
broken hopes pierced with
shards of possibilities,
strangers there just to watch
nervous after earthquakes
had thrown all to ground
and blackness cloaked the sun,
Mockers stood angrily close
Pointing fingers and bitter tongues,
Serpents in the distance
Priests and Pharisees
politicians and Sadducees
manipulators and blamers
Covering hypocrisy
Pulling the strings of greed
and charlatan history 
to the skull shaped hill,
Watching in awe and dread 
the risen dead
holy people from tombs
laughing and 
walking Jerusalem’s streets.

And the waiting
the waiting
Starts
the waiting
the waiting...

For some this time
Pauses life
Suspends talking, hugging, futures,
For others
relief and business as usual,
For others 
covering the lies
coating the death dealing
in white paint
lime wash on the bodies.

Three days journey
emotions and thoughts
questions and statements,
And Earth shifted again
And Jesus simply walked
from death’s depths,
The power to raise from
one death
once for all
One death
was risen
with the power
to bring life
eternally, always, without fail
for all.

Starting Thoughts: At the dividing time in history - a story, a fable, a truth? Jesus who walked Earth, was crucified and rose from the dead at Easter. For you, once and for all.
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