On the First Day of the Week

 Mary Magdalene at the Tomb

A mutilated body,
Once strong and noble,
Lies in cold aloneness and emptiness.
Nothing good could come out of Galilee.

The great stone, pregnant with uncountable fears,
Big with hosts of indifferent hearts,
Bars entry to the cave:
The tomb of dead hopes and desires.

A weak and weeping woman comes.
Flaming tears of faith melt stone,
And cause explosions of love.

Faith bursts throughout the globe.
Hope is resurrected!
Fear dies, extinguished by Trust!

July 22, 2016

Author: Rosalie P. Krajci

Rosalie P. Krajci, Ph. D., is a Benedictine Oblate of Mt. Saviour Monastery in Pine City, NY. She is retired from two careers: as a language teacher and as a consultant in human resources management. Her third and most rewarding career is as a spiritual director and freelance writer. Rosalie and her husband Tom raised seven children. Now widowed, she lives in the Finger Lakes area in upstate New York. View all posts by Rosalie P. Krajci