Huddled in doubt and confusion,
Hidden behind shut doors,
Their fear must have been like mine.
Oh, the dullness of recounting the crucifixion!
The disobedience of forgetting what we've been taught.
Good is permanent; not just once, and then never again.
Goodness demands the resurrection.
And even if after it happens, we continue to disbelieve,
Christ walks through the closed door of our hearts,
Stands there until we notice,
And waits until we're ready to hear,
"Peace be unto you."
