Trembling even as we scurry,
Whispering our fears,
The darkness overwhelms us.
The shadows of pre-dawn we know from years of beginning the day's work.
Today we shudder from darkness of betrayal and dashed dreams,
Of violence and soldiers, cursing and hate, pain and agony of spirit,
Of silence in response to beseeching prayers,
Of weeping alone at a distance while the men ran away.
Darkness overpowers yet today: poverty and racism,
Violence, hunger, militarism, hate,
Running and hiding from injustice lest we also be tortured.
We don't know him! We turn our eyes away. We dare not know him.
"Be not afraid."
"Peace, be still."
Ring hollow with the tomb in sight.
Nothing changed after all.
The miracles were fleeting.
He had no power to right the wrong.
We have no words left for prayer.
Death reigns. Death reigns.
Then we are thrown to the ground
By power unleashed and light breaking forth.
The tomb is empty
For the living is not among the dead.
Still we tremble with questions and fears.
Who will believe women?
Who dares pray to the once dead alive?
Who will believe if they must then act?