His nailed scarred hands
stared at me
with a thump
the cross lay on the ground
the leaves fluttered in the air
and voices strained into the distance
Many feet briskly passed by my side
as I got up from the ground
much work the armed men carried out
I stared into his face
he was silent only looking on
I grabbed her hand
she responded and slowly turned to me
She said, on the third day
he will rise again