sunday

the day has dawned,

the women have returned,

the tomb is empty,

and still I am in disbelief.

"Are you really here?

Are you really risen?

Have you really conquered death?"

I can scarcely

take it in.

I fall face down in the dirt

because that's the only place

I'm worthy enough to be.

I left you.

I spent the last hours

far from the cross,

drowning my sorrows

in all but you.

I left behind

all that I

thought true.

I betrayed

all that I

thought sacred.

still, you are here for me.

still, you rose for me.

still, you conquered death for me.

all I can do

is spit the dust

from my mouth,

lift my heart

to heaven

and cry,

"Alleluia!

Alleluia!

Alleluia!"