Seán Walsh: Risen
Risen
He stood, faintly lit, in an open tomb…
carefully untying the cloth covering his head and face.
Then folding… placing aside.
Likewise the linen.
‘Crossing slowly to the entrance… pausing a moment… then stepping out
Into a shimmering Dawn.
Seán Walsh.

A hopeful image in these dark November days when death is to the fore. A reminder in evocative poetic form that life triumphs over death.