by Pavel Chichikov
I sat in a courtroom –
A youth accused was seated there
And so was the prosecutor
Then Mary came to the tomb
And there were angels there
But no prosecutor
For the one who had condemned
Was still asleep
As the garden awoke
Whom do you seek, they said
For the tomb is empty
And she turned away
And in that turning
She saw One who was alive
And it was He
And as she worshiped Him
But did not touch His flesh
I looked within the tomb
And there was the courtroom
And the youth
And all of us
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