A rolled-away stone
an open grave
I storm them with my questions
of where, when and how
and wait
and as the word becomes silent
the silence speaks
the visibility of shining life
approaches me
Light
liberation
past the chilly valley of death
a stone rolled away
far driven away darkness
the Light of life
for which a grave is too small
Oeke Kruythof
Jenny Narraway translation/transcreation