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.
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