The last one to die,
bonded by death
with all who died before,
descends, arrives.
The first one to greet
this unique rescue
is the good thief, Dismas,
just down from his cross.
The empty grave
is the door out
for those who died
before they could believe
in Him who sweeps his arm,
an invitation to walk
the freshly laid reprieve,
to ascend from hell.
Now, this is His daily work
to descend to lift up
the ones who hit bottom,
who sank into self-destruction,
to resurrect the misbegotten,
to dredge for the desperate,
to find the forgotten
and offer the hand up of hope.
Happy Easter! May this be a season of hope for you.
I hope this poem is a blessing. If it spoke to your heart give it a heart.
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