Poetry: Mary of Magdala

Gray tomb with open door and green plants in pots near the door. The Garden Tomb, Jerusalem. Photo by Tim Wildsmith on Unsplash.
Mary of Magdala
Undaunted by the night,
compelled by love alone,
she hastens without light,
confronting death and stone.
Surprise awaits her there:
A barren sepulcher,
his body gone . . . but where?
Was there a scavenger?
A caretaker appears.
She hears him speak her name,
allaying all her fears,
her trembling love aflame.
What’s lost was surely found,
for both are now unbound.

Joy Versluis

Joy lives in the Shenandoah Valley. She is enriched by the green cathedral of creation, the gray cathedral of community, Read More

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