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.