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Stone’s Point of View

They brought Him to the tomb and rolled me into
The right position to seal in the dead,
And there was nothing I could do to undo
The suffocating sense of loss and dread.
The bloody face they wrapped in finest linen
Retained a look of love I’d never seen.
On the third day something very thrilling
Unfolded—I was first upon the scene.
The dead man took a breath and then ascended
From the place where He had lately lain.
All I’d ever known was then upended.
He had conquered death! A new refrain
Would now be sung by me, for stones can sing;
They too can’t help but let their praises ring!

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Gigi Ryan is a wife, mother, grandmother, and home educator. She lives in rural Tennessee.

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2 Responses

  1. Shamik Banerjee

    Wonderful perspective, Gigi. A fresh take from a new angle on one of the most important historical events. It was a joy to read your poem. My heart is full! Happy Easter!

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  2. Margaret Brinton

    Happy Easter, Gigi! What a lovely personification of The Stone.

    Reply

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