They raced breathless with anticipation in the cool morning air. The narrative was unfolding with each step as the trees whispered in the light wind. They who slept in the garden and ran from the rabble rousers were now wide awake with wonder. The beloved, younger in years outstripped the other and gulped in silence at the empty tomb. Time stopped short. His eyes met linen gently dropped in a state of grace. A speechless question hung on both their lips till light exploded in eyes once dimmed by doubt. He had risen as he said, and the great mystery now a melody of love left an imprint floating between the visible and the invisible. The stone that locked me in moved away willing me to die to self as I rose in Easter glory.