The Bright Morn

Hope rises with the dawn
    at least that’s what we say
    now.

But I wonder who we’d be
    if we were there
    that bright morn?

Would we have run
    to the tomb
    in anticipation?

Would we have hidden
    in a dark room
    from the authorities?

Would we have fallen headlong
    from a tree
    into a field?

I think I would have been
    like Thomas,
    wanting proof.

Eventually, however,
    I hope I would say
    “My Lord and My God!”