untangling the web
KNOTS, TWISTS AND FAITH IN GOD
God of the garden
Have I been dreaming?
No, I couldn't have been.
Wait a minute,
I was standing here.
disillusioned, afraid,
not knowing where to turn,
and then these men appeared,
only they weren't men -
angels, I think you call them.
I was crying, silly, I suppose,
but for a moment all I could think
of was myself,
and how dreadful it was going to be
without you,
and they said,"Why do you seek the living
among the dead?"
And it clicked,
just like that,
my Lord could no longer
be put into a tomb,
he was living.
I had put him in the tomb,
I had condemned him to death and darkness,
I had wrapped him in a shroud
to preserve the memory of him as he was,
and as I stood there,
fear and despair and misery vanished,
and tears of joy and hope rolled down my face
as I realised
death couldn't hold him down.
