Searching

We go to the tomb expecting to find within

All we have placed our hopes and dreams in.

Instead we find empty, dead things

Shells of a life which was and so

We start searching

Desperately trying to find

The Christ in our lives because surely He's there.

Not this dead silence and we run from it.

Closing ourselves off to the possibility

Of running into it.

Into the silence, into the emptiness, into our fear

Of things dead and gone the hollow shells

Which we made of life, lost in our own busyness.

A tomb of our own making

Hewn by our own hands

It takes courage to just stay and weep,

It takes strength to voice our doubts.

It takes bravery to face our fears.

Yet if we surrender and let it be born in us.

What will we see, what will we find in the remains

Might it be the answer we've been searching for