Blogger's Note: At the Easter Vigil last night, the Resurrection account was from Matthew. The image of the angel appearing like lightning and sitting upon the stone struck me—and Lightning on the Stone seemed like a bluesy spiritual someone ought to try to write. So I did this morning. It's not quite as raw or ragged as it might be if someone sang it over a blues riff...but I'm satisfied.
In dark we walked to that dark tomb
Your broken body sealed in stone
And lost in darkness, too, Lord
In gloom we came to Golgotha
As black gave way to gray
I asked our sister Mary who
Would roll the stone away, Lord
Would roll the stone away
The Skull grinned blue—when like a flash
Of lightning from the Throne
An angel, gleaming white, threw back
And sat upon the stone, Lord
As at the rising of the Sun
The Daystar shares its rays
Just so my face with wonder shone
To hear you had been raised, Lord
To hear you had been raised
The sky above was brilliant blue
And we rejoiced to tell that you
Were bound for Galilee, Lord
Were bound for Galilee
Labels: angels, death, Easter, faith, music, musings, poetry, scripture
