What happened to Jesus

a Poem of Possibilities

I wrote this poem for my Easter sermon. Over the next few weeks or so I will write on each of the possible alternatives. Each of the emboldened words represent a various alternative.

Some say He retreated from death’s cold grip, yet others witnessed His crimson blood drip.

His broken remains were laid in solemn rest—Was the prudence of His students put to test?

A conspiracy? A cunning, whispered ruse?

Even zealots know that dead messiahs always lose.

Perhaps a riddle, clouded in mystery,

Or just a fleeting, random reverie.

Tall tales of renown blur the view,

While symbolic reimagining distorts it too.

As rival revelations errantly stake their claim,

none can bear the weight of the risen one’s name.

Shrouded in sorrow as the tomb held sway, death fell defeated:

Jesus Christ raised the third Day