It was the worst morning of her life.
Exhausted, grief-stricken,
and alone.
Her beloved has been executed.
The one on whom her whole life has depended
is gone.
The one who had given her hope
when all hope was lost,
that gave meaning and purpose
where there had been none,
the one who was everything in the world to her,
dead.
She stumbles to the tomb.
It is empty.
She can see nothing but loss.
Frightened, grasping,
and weak
she turns and is met by a man.
Questioning,
she pours out her story.
Stopped by the call of her name,
she is transformed.
Clarity, wisdom,
purpose, meaning,
joy, belief,
understanding,
and healing
are carried in that one word
and all becomes clear.
Darkness to light,
fragmented to whole,
opaque to clear—
all are accomplished with the call of her name.
Mary.
The Beloved speaks to her soul
and knowing is accomplished within her.
Exhausted, grief-stricken,
and alone.
Her beloved has been executed.
The one on whom her whole life has depended
is gone.
The one who had given her hope
when all hope was lost,
that gave meaning and purpose
where there had been none,
the one who was everything in the world to her,
dead.
She stumbles to the tomb.
It is empty.
She can see nothing but loss.
Frightened, grasping,
and weak
she turns and is met by a man.
Questioning,
she pours out her story.
Stopped by the call of her name,
she is transformed.
Clarity, wisdom,
purpose, meaning,
joy, belief,
understanding,
and healing
are carried in that one word
and all becomes clear.
Darkness to light,
fragmented to whole,
opaque to clear—
all are accomplished with the call of her name.
Mary.
The Beloved speaks to her soul
and knowing is accomplished within her.