Sunday, April 4, 2010

Empty

It was empty, that
small cleft in the
rock;
it was empty, that
morning, that day.
The only presence,
silent, a
few cloth strips,
stained;
the only presence,
moving, the
dust particles
filtered by
the sun,
floating, pulsing from the
life created from
death,
the life created from
nothing, from
the emptiness in the
small cleft in the rock.

As in the beginning…

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hallelujah. :)

S. Etole said...

He is Risen, indeed.

Kathleen Overby said...

Pulsing dust particles. Seeing them. Playing with them.
Nicely done, Glynn.

Maureen said...

Wonderful how you conclude:"As in the beginning. . ."

Bonnie Gray said...

Loved this from beginning to end.

Empty -- as in the beginning.

I pray this blessing in my life ..

Thank you, Glynn!

Happy Easter!

Anonymous said...

moving, the
dust particles
filtered by
the sun,


love this
but i can not gather my
thoughts into expression

Corinne Cunningham said...

Beautiful words, Glynn.

Linda said...

I love that miraculous thought Glynn. This is just beautiful,

L.L. Barkat said...

Mmmmmm....