Carvings on the Aspens

© 2017-Sublette Examiner

A contribution from the Sublette County Artists’ Guild, which is celebrating 89 years of visual and literary arts in the county

I wonder how they slept

on that night so long ago.

When they laid Him in the cold dark tomb,

            Did they toss and did they turn,

            Knowing what their sins had earned?

I wonder if their hearts did throb and burn.

 

I wonder how they slept

on that night so long ago.

The Scribes and the Pharisees

            Did they wake with trembling knees,

            Clammy sweat and haunting breeze?

I wonder if they slept with ease.

 

I wonder how they slept

on that night so long ago.

Herod and Pilate there

            My kingdom’s not from here,

            He had whispered in their ear

I wonder if they woke with shouts of fear.

 

I wonder how they slept

on that night so long ago.

Eleven now without their brother

            Did they turn from one another,

            as He’s gone now they discover?

I wonder if they ran to hide and shudder.

 

I wonder how they slept

on that night so long ago.

Roman soldiers guarding near the tomb

            Did they fall in silent gloom,

            As the Angels did exhume?

I wonder if they felt the coming doom.

 

I wonder how she slept

on that night so long ago.

Mary with her aching heart and womb

            Did she raise and praise the Groom,

            as he entered in her room?

I wonder if she thought He’d come so soon.

 

I wonder how she slept

on that night so long ago.

Mary with her herbs, her thoughts ablaze

            Did she tremble as she gazed

            at the stone now rolled away?

I wonder if she knew Him bright with rays.

 

Do you wonder how I slept

on this night not long ago?

Knowing that my sins were many

            On the cross He paid each penny,

            by his blood I have not any.

And I wonder that He really can forgive me.

 

Do not wonder how I slept

on this night not long ago.

I rose from bed and wrote this poem

            For from my Savior’s groan,

            seeds of faith in me were sewn.

And I know, one day, He’ll come and take me home.

 

            Praise to You Lord Jesus Christ, Risen

King of Endless Glory.

 

            Alleluia, Alleluia, Amen.


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