I wonder if the disciples woke up that morning
exhausted from anxious days
heavy with grief
burdened with shame
numb with despair.
I wonder it they had talked and talked and talked
trying to make sense
trying to recall kingdom words they had barely understood
now beginning to settle into something like hope
but if true
suggesting a future far greater than their yearnings
for a return to what was.
I wonder if the only thing they knew with certainty
was that the sun had risen
on another day.
Life continued.
I wonder what they felt the moment they grasped
this truth
in its greatest and most profound sense.
