Rolling Stones

Rolling stones rolling stones rolling down a hill

Rolling hills rolling hills everything is still

Rising sun rising sun peaking oer the fern

Rising girls rising girls bearing oil and myrrh



Three days in the tomb, three days we mourn

Third day to the tomb, it is Pascha morn

How to get in the tomb, the stone in the way

'don't worry about the tomb', they heard the angel say



Gasping girls gasping girls afraid at the grave

Rolling stone rolling stone opening the cave

empty tomb empty tomb no body to be found

Conquered hell conquered hell, rose from the ground



He saved the thief, he saved the servant

He saved the child whose prayer was fervent

He saved the harlot, he saved three

He saved the one who cried remember me



He saved the prophet, He saved the lamb,

He saved the one who worships 'I am'

He saved His mother, He saved father

His saved His sister, His children His brother



He saved the innkeeper, He saved the poor

He saved the one who knocks at the door

He saved Zacchaeus, He saved a woman

He saved even those called Samaritan



Three days in the tomb, three days we mourned

But not today, it's Pascha morn

Knock on the gates there is no sorrow

It tis midnight we won't wait for tomorrow



Rolling stones rolling stones rolling down a hill

Rolling hills rolling hills everything is still

Singing choirs singing choirs singing hymns of praise

Ringing bells ringing bells the candles are ablaze

This poem was a finalist in the May 2023 poetry contest