"Who shall roll us away the stone from the door
of the sepulchre?" the women asked, not knowing
how they might bear sweet spices to outpour
their tender reverence in last bestowing.
But when they looked by radiant light of day,
no longer was the tomb a hopeless prison.
They saw the stone already rolled away
and learned that he whom they had sought was risen.
"Who shall roll us away our stone?" we grieve,
entombed within old fears and dull dejection,
until our dawn-enlightened eyes perceive
that we may walk forth now in resurrection.
The doubt and darkness we have made our own
dissolve in light. There is no other stone.
