Easter Truth
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