Folded Neatly

 
The stone was huge
Yet rolled away
And entrance showed
Not resting place
But brand new day.
No upset there
No tossing to and fro’
No thievery
Or disrespect
To last remains.
But death shrouds folded
As mother might
Some clothes outgrown
The child moved on
To greater things
Til then unknown.
And loved ones knew
The import of this sight
Their Teacher lived
The worst been done
But He had
Conquered night.