I sit outside the tomb(sepluchre) in the garden of my life like Mary Magdalene who leaned against the rock waiting for Jesus on the day he resurrected from the dead.
I'm waiting for the stone to be rolled back in the garden of my purposes,and Christ Jesus a glow with heavenly light to emerge into the resurrection of the purposes of my life.
The growth of vine and brown brush has completely overtaken the grey stone covering the tomb. The weed and grasses are waist high in most places. I will wait,and keep a watchful eye upon the signs of life that are awakening within the garden of my soul.
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