Neither nails hold, nor time, nor tomb.
Having entered darkest night, with the stone rolled shut,
Light inaccessible is your domain, Oh Nazarene!
The passing forms of a whirling world cannot define you.
Your flesh, so vulnerable, is spun
into its finest form: divinity invisible.
You are. All time is gone. All is.
And those who share the darkness of your tomb
are with you in light.
Now the tomb is empty.
Now fragrance fills the world.