The Rocks Cried Out

Frank is tending bar today in the Dverse Lounge. He has asked us to write a Tanaga, (a Phillipine form involving 4 line stanzas of 7 syllables each).

We mourned sadly of our loss
My good friend, I and Gaius
Soldiers bid us haste to cross
Golgotha to Emmaus

Suddenly a dreadful blast
Shook all the plain before us
Riven rocks cried out aghast
Their echoes now a chorus:

“Where is the King of Glory,
That our stony gates held fast?
Who dared to steal His body?
When His days on Earth were past.”

We climbed up into the cave
For a witness from the tomb
Saw what once had been a grave
Now a living breathing womb

There He stood, bright as the skies
To answer death’s dark decree
“I who you now dare despise
Enrobed in life, yes it’s Me!

I who died; live evermore
I have shed it’s filthy rags
Breaking bands of death’s dark door
How much more its rocky crags?

Gladly now these pilgrims kneel
And they worship at Christ’s feet
They knew this rock’s nest would peal
Death’s last anthem of defeat