The spices prepared with heavy hearts
the very early morning journey
weeping outside the tomb
sobs of pain, of why she was here
of what she was here to do
there, two angels, but no body
how can that be?
Did her tears turn to wails?
“I don’t know where they have put him”
why would they – whoever they are – move his body?
A noise, behind her
It’s a garden, it must be the gardener
yes, that’s it. That’s the only logical explanation
the gardener has moved his body
“Sir, if you’ve carried him off somewhere, tell me where you have put him.”
one word which would change everything.
spoken in love, with tenderness, with compassion
One word which said
“I am alive. Death is overcome. This is the resurrection.”
and in that moment, Mary knew who the one Word truly was
Her master, her friend, Jesus Christ
in that Word, Mary became the one to tell the world
Christ is risen
He is risen indeed