Rolled Away (Poetry Month 2012: Day 8)

How shall we move the stone,
the heavy door of stone
sealed to keep us from
the object of our grief?

Look! The stone is moved,
the door is open wide,
there is nothing inside.
O heartless, cursed thief!

But then he speaks her name,
and all the fear and pain
give way to sweet relief
and joy, and true belief.

Christ risen today,
all burdens roll away.