Timidly I come, dispelling the night,
	Searching the hills for one who has died,
Hesitant, I feel that somehow my light
	In rejection and disbelief has denied
His bloody crucifixion, will turn back time,
	My newborn glow will start that day anew,
And give to him somehow the extra strength
	To overcome the error of that misplaced crime,
And as I search for him, at length
	I come upon his empty tomb, those who slew
Him and kept his body safe have run away
	In terror of the power of a vaster
More majestic might: Upon whose face
	I now can gaze, for he has sun his race
With death, I can greet him today:
	As master.

                                     May, 1975

	But the angel of the Lord said:
	"Do not be afraid, I know well
	That you have come to look
	For Jesus of Nazareth,
	The man who was crucified.
	He is not here.
	He is risen, as he told you.
			Mark 16:5-7