At Early Morning

But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared. And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were perplexed about this, behold, two men stood by them in dazzling apparel. And as they were frightened and bowed their faces to the ground, the men said to them, “Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen. Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men and be crucified and on the third day rise.” And they remembered his words, and returning from the tomb they told all these things to the eleven and to all the rest. Now it was Mary Magdalene and Joanna and Mary the mother of James and the other women with them who told these things to the apostles, but these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them. But Peter rose and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; and he went home marveling at what had happened. Luke 24:1-12

At Early Morning

One never knows what will be
early in the morning after all
the tears and hurts lightly slept
new light and the promise of a breeze.

When we think we are facing the end
new life, sweet faced smiling children
a possibility where there was none
and others think them idle tales.

Here we stand in the garden's beauty
light filtered through green leaves
shimmering dew drops on flower petals
morning's promise still unfolding.

When we come to the end of the trail
we begin again with hopeful hearts
every death calling for new life
every cold stone tomb a resurrection.

Afraid we are facing the worst
We rub away the sleep from our eyes
to behold love face to face
new and blossoming every morning.

I will go to the garden and the tombs
with trembling heart and hopeful spirit
for there is life beyond the story's end
an unexpected birth on the horizon.