I was unfamiliar with the painting before coming across it in one of the last galleries,
shadowed and empty.
But in that startling quiet, I looked into those alive, ancient eyes and there was an instant recognition, electrifying, of that hardly-belief, that aching-hope, the feet running to tomb,
now empty and shadowed.
And all the world flooding with the new dawning.
He Is Alive
From Ann Voskamp, who says it better than I.
Posted by Matt