The candles burned brightly in the temple,
repaired the curtains and ordered the day,
while down in the fields a body, dead lay.
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Relieved they slept through a golden dawn
and missed the signs that God was about,
missed the glory of dying being bested.
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The sun burnished creation that morning
and made the tomb full of light, and angels
tell the good news and the temple was dim.
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The earth produced its brightest flowers
to welcome him and everywhere creation
sang with joy that life was now the future.
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Sweet incense curled its way in the dark,
and psalms intoned and sacrifices made,
as they made God in their own grave image.
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Hands stretched and hearts groaned as
the God torn hanging stitched and sown
was hung, separated the empty sanctuary.
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They missed the angel and the shaking,
as in poverty and powerless Jesus rose,
naked walked grounding in the green, garden.
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They missed the angels and the gardener.
The Christ came to reveal himself to those
they scorned, will scourge and lock away.
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God watched them make their obeisance
self congratulatory, seeking in God’s grace
reward for their grievous attempt to silence –
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God’s only word to the world with brutality.
God’s word to the world of justice, mercy
of grace and the guardianship of the earth.
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While down in the city loins were girded,
people were happy and life was changed,
for death has lost its sting, hope restored.
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God would always be there with the poor
the sick would always find compassion,
and a broken earth always has the truth,
