The Stone of The Sepulcher

The Stone of The Sepulcher

by Susan Coolidge

"How shall the stone be rolled away?"

Thus questioned they, the women three,

Who at dim dawn went forth to see

The sealed and closely guarded cell

Where slept the Lord they loved so well.

First of all Easter sacrifice,

The linen and the burial spice,

They carried, as with anxious speech

They sadly questioned, each to each:

Still, as they near and nearer drew

The puzzle and the terror grew,

And none had word of cheer to say 

But lo, the stone was rolled away!

" How shall the stone be rolled away?"

So, like the Marys, question we.

As looking on we dimly see

Some mighty barrier raise its head

To bar the path we needs must tread.

Our little strength seems weakness made,

Our hearts are faint and sore afraid;

Drooping we journey on alone. 

We only mark the heavy stone,
We do not see the helping Love
Which moves before us as we move,
Which chides our faithless, vain dismay,
And rolls for us the stone away.

"How shall the stone be rolled away?"

Ah, many a heart, with terrors pent.

Has breathed the question as it went,

With faltering feet and failing breath.

In the chill company of death,

Adown the narrow path and straight,

Which all must traverse soon or late.

And nearing thus the dreaded tomb.

Just in the thickest, deepest gloom,

Has heard the stir of angel wings,

Dear voices, sweetest welcomings,

And, as on that first Easter day,

Has found the dread stone rolled away! 

 

 

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