Folded Neatly


The stone was huge

Yet rolled away

And entrance showed

Not resting place

But brand new day.

No upset there

No tossing to and fro’

No thievery

Or disrespect

To last remains.

But death shrouds folded

As mother might

Some clothes outgrown

The child moved on

To greater things

Til then unknown.

And loved ones knew

The import of this sight

Their Teacher lived

The worst been done

But He had

Conquered night.


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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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