by Mark D. Stucky

Darkness descends
              upon the rocky land,
              and fills a tomb
              of a slaughtered Lamb.
With that unmerited death,
              everything seems lost,
              and hope seeps away
              into stone cracks.
Trembling tears and fears
              consume devastated disciples,
              scattered about Jerusalem
              and hiding in shadows.
Until the appointed time
              this Sunday morning,
              when light bursts forth,
              vanquishing darkness
              above and from an empty tomb.
Two ascending lights this morning,
              risen sun
              and Risen Son.

Mark D. Stucky has degrees in religious studies, pastoral ministry, and communications. After being a pastor, he became a technical and freelance writer. In his day job, he’s documented technology products (ranging from building automation to satellite communications). In free time, he’s written articles, stories, and poems on a variety of (usually spiritual) topics. For more writings, see cinemaspirit.info.