Bewildered, grieving, numbingly subdued,
Silenced by overwhelming pain and loss,
She watched as the crude, cruel nails were removed
And the limp body lowered from the cross.
The body she helped prepare with stifled cries
And though Passover meant she couldn’t stay
She resolved in three days to early rise
And anoint Him in a more beautiful way.
Through blinding tears, on the third day, before morn,
She saw the tomb empty, then heard His voice,
And upon her it instantly dawned
That He had risen and her heart rejoiced,
Thrilled, surged, beat ecstatically faster
As she fell, clung to Him and cried “Master”.