Poem March 29, 2021 ISSUE

Who will roll away the stone?

Brandon James O’Neil

The women followed Jesus
from Galilee to Golgotha
to his garden tomb

Early in the morning
they carried ointments to
ready him for a final
grave and say goodbye

The vault’s heavy door
was a stone rolled
across and sealed

“Who will roll it
away for us?” The women
gripped their spices

But the stone was
already rolled
away . . .

This morning while readying
myself for a farewell,
I just might be

surprised to find the
barriers between God
and me already
rolled away

just like they
were never
there

Brandon James O’Neil

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