Wednesday, July 24, 2002


I sat in a courtroom -
A youth accused was seated there
And so was the prosecutor

Then Mary came to the tomb
And there were angels there
But no prosecutor

For the one who had condemned
Was still asleep
As the garden awoke

Whom do you seek, they said
For the tomb is empty
And she turned away

And in that turning
She saw One who was alive
And it was He

And as she worshiped Him
But did not touch His flesh
I looked within the tomb

And there was the courtroom
And the youth
And all of us

. . Pavel Chichikov
. . July 24, 2002
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