A name.
Have you read of that woman
Strong shoulders hunched over with the weight of the grief she carries.
Her tears, long steady streams
Reach the puddles at her dusty feet.
She stands frozen outside the tomb.
I wonder about her thoughts
How did she spend those three days before standing in that holy place?
Had her days turned into nights
Only marked by the light and the darkness returning.
Did she question,
Did the fear tighten in her chest?
Were her eyes swollen and tender for the billion tears she had cried.
Yet she walked to the tomb that holy day
One foot in front of the other
And again,
She wept.
He was gone.
Two angels in white ask, Why the tears woman?
Who are you looking for?
Not recognizing His voice at first
She pleas to be told where He has gone
"I will get him" she says "Tell me where"
Mary.
One name and it is hers.
Spoken by the one she is looking for
And she knows
She is known.
Desperately grasping, she tries to hold on
But He must go to complete the plan
And she must go tell what she has seen.
"I have seen the Lord!"
Have you read of that woman
Strong shoulders hunched over with the weight of the grief she carries.
Her tears, long steady streams
Reach the puddles at her dusty feet.
She stands frozen outside the tomb.
Is that a reflection?
A shadow of me
A women with feelings that paralyze my feet.
As I bend down to look into the empty tomb
He speaks.
But everything else around me can be so loud
And I don't always hear.
Then He says one name.
My name.
And I know
I am known.
*My personal reflection on John 20:10-18. Please also read the whole story of truth from His written word.
Have you read of that woman
Strong shoulders hunched over with the weight of the grief she carries.
Her tears, long steady streams
Reach the puddles at her dusty feet.
She stands frozen outside the tomb.
I wonder about her thoughts
How did she spend those three days before standing in that holy place?
Had her days turned into nights
Only marked by the light and the darkness returning.
Did she question,
Did the fear tighten in her chest?
Were her eyes swollen and tender for the billion tears she had cried.
Yet she walked to the tomb that holy day
One foot in front of the other
And again,
She wept.
He was gone.
Two angels in white ask, Why the tears woman?
Who are you looking for?
Not recognizing His voice at first
She pleas to be told where He has gone
"I will get him" she says "Tell me where"
Mary.
One name and it is hers.
Spoken by the one she is looking for
And she knows
She is known.
Desperately grasping, she tries to hold on
But He must go to complete the plan
And she must go tell what she has seen.
"I have seen the Lord!"
Have you read of that woman
Strong shoulders hunched over with the weight of the grief she carries.
Her tears, long steady streams
Reach the puddles at her dusty feet.
She stands frozen outside the tomb.
Is that a reflection?
A shadow of me
A women with feelings that paralyze my feet.
As I bend down to look into the empty tomb
He speaks.
But everything else around me can be so loud
And I don't always hear.
Then He says one name.
My name.
And I know
I am known.
*My personal reflection on John 20:10-18. Please also read the whole story of truth from His written word.
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