The dark hole smelled of death, it was silent and sour.
It was the culmination, the final resting place of universal shame, a holding tank for failure.
For three days it was spoken of with disgust and despair
by those whose hopes had been pulverized by a betrayal of trust.
For others who celebrated the death of the man laid to rest in the death cave,
it was a proper memorial sight to the fraud.
Still for others who loved Him deeply it was a sacred place,
for it was the bedchamber of their Lord and friend.
The unbelievers didn't know, that after three days there was a stirring.
The dead man opened His eyes and grinned.
He was alive, just as he knew he would be.
His promise, he would keep.
He was giddy with joy as he stood up to leave the cave that could not hold him.
Jesus laughed out loud.
I am the Resurrection, he said aloud.
The cave trembled at the sound of his voice.
Heaven filled the hole.
The hole was now holy.
Jesus is alive!
He filled the hole in my heart too!
(This has been a guest post by Eileen Lynch)