An empty place

After Matthew 26:26-35

What did it look like,

this empty place, designed

as an end but instead

became a beginning?

What did it look like,

these walls of stone

carved from the hill?

Was the stone cold, or warm,

was it dusty with flakes

of rock, stony remains?

Was it cold with death’s

dampness? Did it smell,

this place created as

a final repose?

Were the strips of cloth

scattered or gathered

neatly, was a shroud

left behind, stained

with the likeness

of its wearer?

Did the glow of change

remain, could the shadow

of eyes opening, heart

beating, first movements

of arms and legs be felt, 

be sensed or contained

as a memory?

What was it like

to see the place

and stumble like

a drunkard,

the reality of emptiness

crushing the shock

of a body disappeared?

What was it like

to see nothing and 

see everything?

Photograph by Simon Wood via Unsplash. Used with permission.