To John on the Day of Resurrection

There was the dark

and the heart-breaking

dead with grief,

the cold terror of lostness,

shattered hopes and love- yearning;

then the message and rush

to the tomb,

the heart standing still

till its winged vision,

(eagle-like)

flew to the sun’s light,

breaking in wave upon wave

with a sudden dark knowing.

I was silent, without words,

(there was no need) –

I beheld,

I believed.