Resurrection (The Big Bang’s Bigger Bang)

A heavy silence
hanging,
swaying,
in the cold pungent air.
Quiet Saturday:
sad,
still,
silent,
except for the muffled voices
of angry guards, their leave cancelled,
relieving themselves against the tomb.

As Sunday’s new dawn broke,
an ancient uncreated flame
danced a happy fire
in the prison’s gloom, absorbing:
darkness,
decay,
death.
With a blinding flash,
the big bang’s bigger bang
exploded with recreating power,
transforming the corpse of the crucified
in the Father’s womb.

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