What a Passover that must have been,
a time to mourn, not celebrate.
Was there even oil
(“consecration; charity; gentleness; prayer;
heavenly inspiration” 1)
with which to light the Seder lamps?
The Messiah crucified,
and everything they’d hoped for dashed.
With nothing left for them to do but wash
the long-neglected fishing nets
and head back out to sea.
Yet all that long and weary time
of hopelessness and seemingly unanswered prayer,
behind that stone now rolled before his tomb,
the Savior lay and waited for the trumpet call
his Father would proclaim—
the call that would announce the Truth,
the deathless man of God’s creation.
It came before the third day’s dawn, that trumpet call,
the greatest of his Father’s bold commands.
It loosed the Savior’s winding sheets,
and left them where they lay.
It caused the earth to tremble.
It rolled the stone away.
With one immortal single note
that echoes still throughout the skies,
the Father called,
and all of us:
1 Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health
with Key to the Scriptures, p. 592.