I rolled a stone across my heart
Because it had become a tomb.
I found no sign of life in it
And so I set the seals, and slept.
I lay the winter long until
My blood ran thick as maple sap
Till my pulse was lizard-slow and
I could believe I’d died indeed.
But now the spring has come again
To break the seals of ice and dark
The roots are set to dancing and
My children call me out to play.
And to my horror and my joy
I find myself alive again
I try to call and run to them
“But who will roll away the stone?”
I am crying and am answered
With a movement in the dark.
I did not live, nor did I die
Nor was I buried there alone.
For he who was entombed with me
Did not come to rest in peace
He comes to harrow, and to raise
And to roll away the stone.