Frankincense room. The earth is fading, disfigured hands,
Theophilus has been scattered in bent, broken sighs
Like sheep before the cackling crow.
Peace be with you, friends! Behold, it is I.
Like newborns touched with living snow,
Arise, you redeemed, like the first gleams of Light!
Jubilant hearts, the world is alive! Empty tomb.
Jonzo Bandwagoner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunrise-resurrection/
