Great Lord of Life-
Yet, on this day
There is no stirring in your grave.
No sound to break
The silent stone
That holds your body, cold, alone.
No ray of sun
Can enter here
To pierce the age-old dark of fear.
No breath of air
To halt the rush
Of your decaying flesh to dust.
Great Lord of Life
You come no more
To knock upon my hearts’ closed door…
Yet bitter irony indeed
My heart lies bare, your Cross the key
The Two Marys Watch the Tomb (Les deux Maries observent le tombeau) – James Tissot