Jesus was dead. He had no pulse or breath. Blood no longer coursed, Congealing instead. There were no brain waves or nerve action. His face, a clay mask; His limbs stiffening as sticks. Death, With its utter stillness And smell, Closed hard like a jail door Because . . . Jesus was dead. If God can resurrect A body death-possessed, What resurrection is possible for you? c debbiegoodwin 2016 #resurrection #Easter