lenten journal: sunday sonnet #27


    Mary came to the grave yard alone
    expecting to pour out her grief;
    and she met someone she should have known
    even though their encounter was brief.

    She stayed after the others had gone
    back to town to tell Christ was alive;
    in the light that came after the dawn
    he called her – and her heart was revived.

    And she walked with him and talked with him,
    and he told her that she was his own;
    her heart must have been filled to the brim –
    more was rolled away than just a stone.

    Share the words by which we are freed:
    Christ is risen, risen indeed.


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