Easter Sunday # 2

I don’t like the comparison
that God knows my pain
because He lost a child, too.

Did God hold his son’s body
lifeless and broken in His arms?

No, that was Mary.

She was the one
that gathered the bloody linens,
that wept at the foot of death,
that was brave enough
to live through Saturday.

But God,
God knew He would get His son back — for eternity —
and He knew it all along.

I suppose the point of today
is that eventually — and for eternity —
I will get Tinsley back, too.

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