Empty

Now that the tomb is empty
  and we move on in our journey,
Are you looking, seeking,
  watching for the encounter?
Because that is Eastertide.
  where do you see Jesus?
Run up against him?
  experience the holy?
See the sacred infuse,
  the air around you?
Pay attention! You only
  get this second, this moment
To recognize you were
  visited, touched, otherwise
You walk along thinking
  nothing is holy ground and
It is gone from your life,
  on the breeze of sorrow.