At first light
At the peep of dawn
At the break of day
Orto iam sole
Just as the sun was rising
The women go to the tomb
Walking through quiet unflustered streets
To anoint and lay to rest their broken Lord
But something is amiss
The stone is moved
The place has been disturbed
The soldiers gone
Some one says he is not here
He is alive and gone to Galilee
Go tell the men these things
And so they do
Those women have been messengers to me
All my life I listen to what they say
And I know it’s true
For this world is not a problem to be solved
It is a story to be told
And what matters is in whom do you believe
I will go to Galilee
As he told me to
I will see him there
Brian Fahy
8 April 2023
Erris Poetry 