An
 angel.
Dazzling light.
Boulders upheaved.
Burial head cloth rolled up.
Women at a run to tell disciples.
Disciples racing to see for themselves.
Empty tomb proclaiming the

Good News.

He was not
 there.

 “Where is he?”

“Mary!” 

The one who has loved us
into wholeness
is alive.
and
with us now.

We say with her,

Night surrendered to day, dark to light,
fear to courage,
death
to resurrection.

Peter,

whose fear could not admit he knew the Lord
now fearless, proclaims him boldly,
across the barren hills,
each place he goes
in every action
he takes.

Lord,

give
 us, too,
your Spirit,
give us your life
as you gave it to Peter.