Thought for the day

They just stood, Still, With their spice-filled baskets, Staring, horrified, Eyes out into the deep emptiness
Of the garden tomb, (Tombs hold their dead) Wits frozen, Feet rooted to the ground;
The sheer incongruence of it all, The terror of impossibility! Memories of promise, 
Heard but not believed, Hung in the morning sun. What if it were true? What would the future be?

Patrick Purnell SJ

From Jesuits in Britain: Pathways to God – Journey into Freedom