We walk in their footsteps

those women

so afraid of loss and

grief. Afraid of life

lessened and dulled.

Past dreams shattered

amidst uncertainty

and death.

We walk in their footsteps.

They were afeared

and yet they followed

all the way to

the darkest places

Gethsemane, Antonia

Golgotha, the tomb.

They followed in despair

farewelling life

as hope unravelled.

At the end

Jesus was not there.

Too much life

to be lived, too much

hope to be to be held.

They were afraid those women

as life erupts in love.

He has gone ahead!

We walk in their footsteps.

Colourful Dreamer