Called Back Poem by April Humason

I stood at the edge of the silent stone,
Where death had claimed what I loved most.
The air was heavy, the sky was gray,
And my prayers felt too fragile to stay.

They said his name like a memory,
Like something sealed and lost in ground.
But Heaven leaned toward my ache,
And Something holy made a sound.

A voice not loud, but full of fire,
Spoke through the dust and sealed door's seam.
Not rage, not fear — but living power,
Like light breaking through a dream.

"Come forth."

And the grave let go of what it held.
Breath returned where silence stood.
Tears fell, not from pain —
But from the miracle of being understood.

I learned that death is not the end,
And darkness never gets the final word.
When Jesus speaks into a tomb,
Even broken hope can be stirred.

Now I walk with open hands,
Not afraid of loss or night.
Because I've seen what love can do
When Heaven chooses to fight.