Resurrection

I sense in a hallowed vacant space,

terrors of darkness worn by disciples,

Roman discourse in the life I face.

Pride positions himself with grace,

alleges, “I can,” to move the crucibles

I sense in a hallowed vacant space.

Envy coddles me after a day, in haste,

“Three days!” I said, News of arrival,

Roman discourse in the life I face.

Wrath raptures with an infant’s paste 

on the walls in efficient skill, survival

I sense in a hallowed vacant space.

Dante’s stories of monsters chase

no God, but biblical in its avowal,

Roman discourse in the life I face.

Today’s story includes the pagans

with a Law of Moses I can’t rebuke,

I sense in a hallowed vacant space

Roman discourse in the life we face.