VOID
Great streets of silence led away
To neighbourhoods of pause;
Here was no notice, no dissent,
No universe, no laws.
By clocks ‘t was morning, and for night
The bells at distance called;
But epoch had no basis here,
For period exhaled.”
(from “Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete”)
Emily captures some of the bleakness experienced by the disciples after Good Friday. No universe, no laws, no certainty, after Jesus exhaled his spirit with his last breath.
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