Wonder - an Easter Poem

Was it an ordinary day? Were shepherds in the field
with sheep idly ambling through Judean grass?
Did children play in the dusty streets? Were mothers baking bread,

Did sweethearts share a chaste kiss in the olive grove's deep shade?
Did merchants weigh their shekels while beggars asked for alms,
emaciated hands extended in hopeless pleas for aid?
Did the day drag by in ennui under the desert palms?

Or did the rocks sing of an empty tomb
while children and beggars danced
in the joyful streets of Jerusalem?