Empty

It is said that less is more.

I was tempted to leave this blog blank and let you discover its emptiness, as if someone had swiped it in the night, removed each phrase and each letter until empty.

On the way to Jerusalem, the 'Hoshana' entry, some of the Pharisees demanded that Jesus rebuke his disciples for attesting to him being the one sent by God. Jesus' response
                                    
                                          'if they keep quiet the stones will cry out'

Some things cannot be silenced
Some things need to be shouted out, proclaimed.
Some secrets are impossible to keep
Some things cannot be contained

It was the stone that spoke that first Easter morn, before the women arrived with their spices, before Peter and John ran there and discovered the... emptiness.

It was that stone tomb, hewn from the rock, that spoke first, that cried out.

With echoes it reverberated its plaintive cry
       He is not here
       He is not here
       He is not here
An echo that reverberates through history to this very day and beyond
       He is not here
       He is not here
       He is not here

Waiting over
                    Risen
                            Empty