In our separation
in what appears as real life
we see colors and many things..
Our birth and our customs
brought this shading of what is..
Now a sentinel in white
silent and welcoming yet
frightening on this morning
of unexpected encounter..
A sudden removal
of our veiled confusion
all now is seamless
but we cannot stay..
Returning outside
running in joyful alarm
we now know who
I am...**

Mark 16:5  And entering the tomb, they saw a young man clothed in a long white robe sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed.