I swear I’ll always see you, even when I close my eyes. I always did believe you when you said that you would rise. I watched you feed one thousand. I watched you feed four more. Kingdom clean and unbounded, hidden beneath the cellar door.
Beneath the barren fig tree – you spoke there of faith and doubt – Threw mountains into the sea, cursed my roots, and cast me out. I watched you walk on water. I saw you, bathed in light. I watched you walk on water. I could not follow if I tried (and I tried).
I watched the spear in your side bringing forth water and blood. That river would not run dry ‘til it reached the throne of God. I heard the tearing curtain, the temple clothed in dark. The sky remained uncertain. I washed my tunic in the yard.
I heard the women weeping. I saw the empty tomb. Recalled a virgin sleeping, a saviour growing in her womb.