My Resurrection by ken2shoes He sits like a stone at the entrance to a tomb where my body seems to be. There is no mention of this fellow anywhere in the New Testament. “Can you show me to the restroom?” I ask in desperation, hoping to escape. No response. A Sumo wrestler with no sense of humor – just my luck. He looks like Fear and this feels like a dream. Dear God please send angels, enlightment and a Dunkin’ Donuts medium with two sugars and cream and, if I don’t see You, thanks in advance for the coffee and the grace and the morning sun so warm on my face. Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 16-Mar-2011