A Stone To Roll

Photo by Abhishek Koli on Unsplash

A Poem by Anissa Kennedy

Without rays piercing a shadowed tomb,
clear emptiness and devastated gloom—

Mary may have just assumed
Death had reigned.

Yet, You rolled that stone for her,
for me—flung it wide for all to see,

let in the air so dead saints could breathe.
Maybe we’re all Thomas, in need of a sign;
without that rolled stone, I might still be blind.

Transformation fulfilled,
not depleted by Grave,
You woke up,
walked out,
aware all were saved.

Then traversed walls, went as You pleased,
just like you left footprints upon raging seas.

You could have walked through it,
let them doubt, dismay, wonder—

but chose to expose
discarded grave clothes
when casting that sealed stone asunder.

In college, Anissa Kennedy co-created her university's first journalism club and penned her own weekly column in the school’s online publication. Although her lifestyle and travel blog took a hiatus after the birth of her son, she is breaking from her writer’s-block-cocoon and will have a work of poetry showcased in an upcoming anthology by Twenty Hills. Find her other musings at https://therelevantrambler.com and @the.relevant.rambler.