Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Inside the Empty Tomb

I took this photograph this morning 
after walking out of the tomb.
“He is not here. He is risen.”  I know this.  And yet, inside the edicule, I sank across the stone and sobbed.  Sobbed. He took all my yuck into that grave.  Now, will I leave it buried there and walk out of the tomb with new life?  Or will I resurrect the yuck and sorrow instead?