Like Mary waiting on Easter morning
regretting a dream she thought was dead
in a world whence God had seemingly fled
leaving her weeping, perplexed, forlorn,
but daring to ask “Where is the Lord?”
and hearing at last the holy word,
We stand and wait by the empty tomb
knowing our hearts are dark and cold
sealed by the stone of doubt and gloom
refusing like Mary to be consoled.
Then we discover the One we seek
standing beside us and hear him speak.