Whom are you seeking?

My days are not yet come,
days to witness with the rising sun,
divine purposes fulfilled.
But, may the heart be still,
it knows that steadfast
is the Spirit that upholds and heals.
My weariness and earth-born will
stumble, fall,
then melt before the stone
that rolled away in early morn,
on a Spring day of years gone,
when earth and heaven shook,
and cowards fled, forsook,
but woman wept and stood
before a glorious sight--
to be the first to know
-- and bathe--
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