We have carried this
Dead weight between us
Wrapped rags around tattered dreams
Laid down this weighty love
We have followed the customs
The old familiar protocols
Helping us bear what we cannot bear
The heavy scent of death
All those hopes crucified
We have locked everything dow
n Relinquished certainty
Sealed the tomb
Go home. Prepare for what?
Let the dead go, help the living live?
Keep safe, keep others safe?
And yet we wait, and still we say
The dawn will come, tomorrow
In the morning the sun will rise again.
Surely the stone will roll away?
Barbara Glasson, inspired by John 19.38-42