“Woman, why are you weeping?” (John 20:15)
A desperate morning.
Her hands smell of spices.
Hair in wild tangles that the sun shines through.
The girl’s forgotten all that used to be true.
She’s the quiet beauty
whose love matched forgiveness.
Sunday morning crying amidst garden’s bloom.
She’s the one who came to find his empty tomb.
“Whom are you seeking?” (John 20:15)
Gardener is asking
So maybe he will know.
Maybe he took him, since the tomb’s not his own.
Too strong to be weak, she will carry him home.
But this part’s what gets me
It’s when she really knows
That all she was seeking and had were the same.
She discovered the truth when He said her name.
“Mary.” (John 20:16) the period
“Rabboni!” (John 20:16) the exclamation
He knows your name, Broken and Spent. It rolls on His tongue, Tears Still Wet. He whispers His love, though you’ve given yourself away. He wants you back, little Astray.
He wants you back.