Resurrection

It was not
You
in the tomb
for you had risen.
It was me,
wasn’t it, Lord,
me,
in the dark;
in the cold;
waiting for life to be restored;
waiting,
longing,
to be filled;
to be set free;
to live again.
Then You came
and rolled the stone away.
Then You came
and stood outside my tomb
and called my name.
You came
and stood outside my tomb
and called me
to come out
into the light;
into Your welcoming presence;
into Your embrace.
And so,
Lord,
I come.



© Kathleen Wilks