The early morning dark makes it hard to see the one standing before me.
Where is my Rabbi?
Where is my friend?
Where is the one I have given my life to?
The tomb is empty.
The brightness of the angel is overwhelming.
The gardener asking me why I am weeping is infuriatingly annoying.
Then, He says my name.
“Mary”
It is Jesus.
The one I am seeking.
The one my heart longs for.
To hear His voice again restores my soul.
He is alive. I have seen the Lord.
Rural Ramblings 