Did Jesus dream while he lay in the tomb?
Did God send him dreams of clouds and glory
to make him sigh and smile?
Or, did Jesus dream of simpler things
Freshly baked bread
warm and fragrant
charcoal baked fish
crisp and tender
warm hands holding his
Was there the comfort of murmuring voices
he could almost recognize
comforting to hear
a relief not to have to answer
Not just yet.
Was it cold in the tomb when Jesus woke up?
Or, did his own radiance bathe the hand-hewn stone
Did he know right away
where he was?
who he was?
Did he remember what had happened?
Or, did God let him lay awhile luxuriating
in the safety and comfort of the linens swaddling him
once again a new born babe.
Was there a moment of panic when he opened his eyes?
Where am I?
Who am I?
Was there a shuddery moment of fully awake now
did he shrug it all away along with the linens so carefully enshrouding his body?
Was he angry?
For a moment?
or, simply relieved to wake up
in the dark tomb.
No reaching hands
no pain, no suffering
not even his own.
Did he draw a long breath in newly resurrected lungs
whispering a prayer of thanksgiving and praise
exhaling a sigh
Was he happy?
To still be here?
or was he longing to be there…
Did he look forward to the looks on his friend’s faces
when he would show up?
YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT WHEN I TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED TO ME
WHILE I LAY DREAMING!
Christ is Risen!