Easter Eve

Heavy hanging hours, 

  minutes barely moving,

    tossing and turning, 

      a deep darkness

and suffocating dread.

 

Alone and waiting,

   crying and weeping,

     gripped by grief,

       brokenhearted, 

and mostly hopeless.

Dreading sunrise,

   the task at the tomb,

     unable to imagine,

       the impossible, 

an empty tomb.