#34tomb

Sometimes, we too, bury our hope in darkness,
shove it beneath the soil with a hollow heart,
but even death itself was no match for my King;
life-giver, death-defier.
The truth of spring coming, though we saw only black mud,
truth of the blazing heat of the sun, though we felt only the chill.
Out of the darkest darkness,
out of nothing, came
first breath,
green shoot;
Life itself, reborn.