Ah, to have rested then,
On the vision,
At point of revelation!
To have leaned on the words flung
From wall to wall of rock.
But the commission?
"Go quickly . . . tell!"
To say "Rabboni!" then,
Was not enough.
"Go!" said the angel.
Already derision
Threatened to deny
Authentic narrative
Of honest tongue.
"Disciples came by night . . ."
Well? easy money
For saying it that way
And keeping out of sight.
"Go . . . tell the disciples."
Two went fast.
The false word
Was not the last.
