Frankincense room. The earth is fading, disfigured hands, <br />Theophilus has been scattered in bent, broken sighs <br />Like sheep before the cackling crow. <br />Peace be with you, friends! Behold, it is I. <br />Like newborns touched with living snow, <br />Arise, you redeemed, like the first gleams of Light! <br />Jubilant hearts, the world is alive! Empty tomb.<br /><br />Jonzo Bandwagoner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunrise-resurrection/
