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