RISEN

I can’t believe it,

Said the soldier.

All this cash for not telling the truth

When the truth is

I was too scared to know what was happening!

I quite believe it,

Said the priest.

Quash it, lie, bribe

Anything so long as

We don’t have that man to rein over us!

He is not here,

Said the young man in white.

Behold the place

Where they had put him.

Do we believe it?

Asked the women.

And what is there for us to believe?

We are seized by fear and questions.

I believe,

Said the beloved disciple.

For the tomb was orderly,

All distinctiveness, as

He would have left it.

He is risen,

Said Mary.

I have seen him:

He spoke of His Father

As our Father, of His God

As our God.

Now I believe,

Said the doubter Thomas.

Not merely as a believer.

He has made me a worshipper -

My Lord and My God!