Bewildered,
grieving, numbingly subdued,
Silenced by overwhelming
pain and loss,
She watched
as the crude, cruel nails were removed
And the limp
body lowered from the cross.
The body she
helped prepare with stifled cries
And though Passover
meant she couldn’t stay
She resolved
in three days to early rise
And anoint
Him in a more beautiful way.
Through
blinding tears, on the third day, before morn,
She saw the
tomb empty, then heard His voice,
And upon her
it instantly dawned
That He had
risen and her heart rejoiced,
Thrilled,
surged, beat ecstatically faster
As she fell,
clung to Him and cried “Master”.
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