As I discard the cerements and emerge, it is
the face of My beloved, which I first see.
For long moments I silently observe,
as hope and sorrow war within her.
She believes that I will return to fulfill My
promise, yet there is also a haunting of doubt.
To her, I first reveal My mastery of death.
“Whom do you seek?” I ask.
Deep in her lamentation, she does not look up
until she hears Me call her name.
“Mary!”
She spins in recognition and knows that I live.
Never do I feel love's power more than in this
moment, when I speak her name and with a single
word, banish all her fear and confirm hope.
In this instant, the authority of love
is manifest and desperate sorrow turns to joy.
Her voice is such that the dawn
birds yield mid-song to silence.
In this moment of reunion, her
fervent embrace overwhelms Me.
I shall forever recall this morning
with a sigh and a smile.
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