And now, in silence, we wait.
The sun has regained its light.
They say the dead are touring
The city. Plans for mending
Are being made in the temple.
But in this garden - silence.
The tomb where no man has lain -
The virgin tomb - receives the
Broken Man, placed like a seed
In the hollowed rock. He is
Swaddled again, but now in
Our curse, Death's shroud winding tight.
The stone is rolled, set, and seal'd.
The faithful disperse, wand'ring
The streets, some to work, some home.
Some hope against hope. Some don't
Hope at all.
Silence.
Waiting.
And meanwhile, in that silence,
In the garden, hidden deep
In the earth, the unseen seed
Splits and sheds its broken shell;
New life quietly, slowly
Gathering strength to pierce the
Hard Earth, with root and shoot, and
Ascend to the waiting sun.
The garden, like a mother,
The earth, like a womb, the seed
Dead and buried and yet lives new!
But we must wait, and waiting, watch ...