While I was away I had space to chill with God and I wrote a poem as part of my worship in that time. My inspiration was this picture, Chrysalis by Sieger KÖder, of the inside of the Jesus tomb, with light breaking in through the cracks. It struck me in a powerful way throughout the morning.
Revealed
Light breaking in,
piercing the darkness of the tomb.
A beautiful, yet sharp, reminder
of the cruel nails
piercing his flesh ’til death.
Only … then it seemed like
the darkness was pouring in
as the hammer chimed.
The end of hope.
The final breath quietly taken
of the creator who breathed first.
This piercing reveals the truth.
The promise pouring out
from the sides of the stone.
The secret hidden from time
within the mountainous
mind of God.
Rays, impatient with desire,
impregnate the darkness
of the pregnant tomb.
Hoping the secret of nature
had been written into
the God story itself.
First light again bursting upon
the new creation,
the new time,
the new relationship
the new risen Lord of time.
The Shiny Headed Prophet 
Hi Rob,Like the poem and it has interesting parallels with a related experience over on the Moot Blog http://www.klisia.net/blog/mootblog.htm. I have posted it and the context of the experience below:Our very last appointment was the Garden Tomb. The sun at least was shining. I felt rather depressed though, about the whole maelstrom and wasn’t remotely in the mood for having Holy Thoughts at a site that was highly unlikely to have really been the place of Jesus’ tomb. I stood outside and looked at it, wondering if I would bother to go in. Some people came out and it was left empty. I decided I may as well take a look and say some kind of a prayer or something. I never expected the power and simplicity of what I found.The Garden TombThe tomb was empty of all but lightAnd the sunshine blessed the opening in the roof of the tombLike a messenger from a brighter world.And in the absence of everyone elseBoth the living and the deadWhose endless needs and questions had been oppressing me darklyWith the weight of their centuries of irresolvable agoniesThey were suddenly present.They were thereThey has blossomed instantaneously into beingUnquestionablyAs simple as sunflowersThe Five WordsFor the feeding of the seven times seventy thousandAnd power was in themAnd I knew it thenLove is stronger than deathLet’s hear it again!Love Is Stronger Than DeathAmenAmenAmen.