April 12th - Easter Sunday

Town is deserted today, a twisted
reflection of its former self. The
streets are empty, soulless, and I
am free to go where I please
whether by road or sidewalk. This
freedom is what thrills me,
though I can have nowhere to go
but simply "around." Everything
is closed for whatever illogical
reason we close things today
of all days. I guess everyone
but me is gathered, waiting quietly
outside this cave with a huge
boulder in front of it, asking
breathlessly "why is the boulder
still there? It should have moved
if he hath risen!" And I just smile
from my perch, gazing down on them
as they wave their arms and praise him,
who has not risen, for rising anyway,
just sometime or place where they
could not see it. That's faith:
believing the unbelievable even
when glaring evidence says otherwise -
but we have another term for this
as well. It's called stupidity.