Second Day

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The crowd had dissipated

With the disciples hopes

Thousands of had-been believers

Up in smoke

The overflowing stadium emptied

The over-rated throngs withdrew

The jig was up

Game Over...

... Thus Began

The eternal three days,

As most Real stories do,

In Ashes

And in the Still Small Voice of the second day,

In that comparative silence,

Destiny had been decided

Despite appearances

For Beauty was brewing

About to bloom and burst forth

Unbeknownst to any

Unwitnessed by any

Save one...

... The Summit of Time

The Sublime Moment

Would not be seen by millions

But by Mary,

A hooker turned fisher of men

(Gotta love God's sense of irony,

Redemption in a nutshell right there)

God would wait

Till the masses had melted away

To whisper His secret to one

No fanfare

No pretense

(Truth needs not these fineries)

But in an atmosphere of

Utter Anticlimax

And the anonymity of the grave,

The stone would roll away....

Just because the crowd is gone,

The lights are turned off,

The door is locked

-tell-tale signs of the second day-

Don't suppose the show is over...

...It may not even have begun.

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"My ways are higher than your ways,

My thoughts are higher than your thoughts...

Though the vision tarries, wait for it, it will surely come...

For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for peace and not evil, to prosper you, not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

-Isaiah 55:9, Habakkuk 2:3, Jeremiah 29:11