A huge stone rolls aside
Like an autonomous car,
Exposing a glorious light,
Brighter than lightening
And a man in that light
Neatly folding His own burial shroud.
Soon a women comes to mourn.
Shocked by the open tomb,
She notices a human figure
Who she mistakes for the grounds keeper.
“Tell me where you have put Him? she asks weeping.
The figure calls her name; “Mary!”
Suddenly she recognizes that this
Is the dead man walking,
The living, resurrected Jesus!
Through the centuries,
Millions have heard this “grounds keeper”
Call their name.