Matthew 28:1-9, one of my favorite passages...

1 In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre.

2 And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it.

3 His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow:

4 And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men.

5 And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.

6 He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.

7 And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you.

8 And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; and did run to bring his disciples word.

9 And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him.

[cliffordsndrs451]

Whenever I think about that marvelous day, I imagine what the weather was like so early that spring. Perhaps is was fresh and a little cool with a light mist in the air and the mixed fragrance from the grass and early tulips or maybe lilacs starting to stir from the dawn about to break. Mary walking down to the tomb with quietness, thinking about the aftermath and what her life would now be like without His presence. Great sadness and feelings of terrible burdens unlifted. Pained anguish but alone in her thoughts. Maybe still thinking about the three hours of darkness which was probably still a-buzz throughout the area. Then as she neared the tomb she could see that things where different even before she got there. The Roman guard were not moving - any previous time they would have been walking around, light quiet conversations about life but today was as quiet as an air lock in deep space. Maybe the air pressure was different like a high altitude city in the mountains. She might have had a little trouble catching her breath, then she saw the light from the angel...What an impact...what an event...what a hope...what a vision...what a marvelous blast of divine love.

Thank you Lord Jesus

That reminds me of a song I used to sing in church...

MORNING LIGHT by Squire Parsons

As the evening sun... set o’re Jerusalem
Satan’s forces celebrated... victory
But their laughter turned to fear
Their celebration turned to fright
After what they saw in the morning light

They saw angels robed in white
The stone rolled away
And the grave clothes neatly folded
In the place where Jesus lay
Satan knew it was all over
and he had lost the fight
After what he saw in the morning light

Her eyes were swollen from... all the tears she’d cried
And she wondered if her broken heart... would ever mend
But as she looked into the tomb
Her hope came into sight
After what Mary saw in the morning light

She saw angels robed in white
The stone rolled away
And the grave clothes neatly folded
In the place where Jesus lay
They Mary knew it was all over
Everything would be all right
When she saw that empty tomb in the morning light

And some day it will be all over
Everything will be all right
Oh, it’ll be all right
When we hear a shout ringing out
When we see the graves burst open wide
When we see Jesus face to face
In the morning light!

[cliffordsndrs451]

Thank you, I agree that is a beautiful poem. I hadn't read it in a while.