It
was the day after Jesus was crucified.
The world seemed to echo the silence of the
grave
that the disciples had laid their master in yesterday.
Jesus was dead and with his death, their
hopes died too.
They had placed all
their confidence in this maverick
this teacher,
from Galilee that taught like
no one else.
There was no plan now, only
gloom.
Their hopes lay wrapped in a tomb
sealed up forever.
He had raised others, Lazarus,
the little girl of a high priest,
and the widow’s son
but no one could raise themselves from the dead.
No one.
They hung their heads and wept.
Replaying every scene of the previous day
replayed endlessly in their mind adding to their sorrow.
The finality of his death etched forever in
their hearts.
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