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(wc 323)

Mary leaned down to look into the empty tomb “and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.  They asked her, ‘Woman, why are you crying?’  ‘They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.’  At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.

‘Woman,’ he said, ‘why are you crying?  Who is it you are looking for?’

Thinking he was the gardener, she said, ‘Sir if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.’

Jesus said to her, ‘Mary.’

She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, ‘Rabboni!’ (which means Teacher.)”  John 20:11b-16,  NIV

Christ is risen!  Christ is risen indeed!

Here is Ashley’s Easter morning poem, part three of the Triduum he wrote (of which Saturday’s “Chiming In” post was part two.)

A mourning dove’s call
Lifts aside the folds of
Gray mist
The spot where
Hope lies
To battered dreams.

A faint glimmer
Heralds the dawn of
Still sealed
Behind fear-locked

Adoration drives the despairing
To give proper burial to the
Remains of joy –
Only to find an

Horror, rage, confusion
Tear at tender bruises.
Oh, please God!
What more could happen
To sever the last remaining
Thread of joy,
Of hope
So richly sewn.

First one, and then another,
Rush in to share the
One sees and turns away;
Another hesitates, then believes
Once-seeing eyes cloud
Behind self-pitying tears.

The voice speaks.
Dawn breaks.
Morning rays dry up
Splashes on the panes,
Flooding the soul with
Unspeakable gladness, healing;
Bursting the locks!
Resurrecting hope!

“I have seen the Lord!”

© Ashley M. Calhoun 4/2/1983


Have a glorious, joy-filled, joyous Easter Day!  A day filled with enough. . .