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IT’S NO WONDER
It’s no wonder
Mary of Magdala
traveled with Rabboni
and the twelve
and helped
support His mission
She was a woman on
fire
with love and
gratitude
a woman freed
of seven snarling
demons
It’s no wonder
despite trepidation
she watched at a distance
as they nailed her
Great One
to a wretched cross
cupping her ears,
wailing
at each resonating
hammerfall
No wonder
she drew near
as He hung
in the agony of dying
for being there
was better
than not being there
Mary, bereft
looked upon her
Rabboni
as they took Him
from the beams
laid His powerless
Body
in the tomb
and rolled a great
round stone
across the entrance
separating Him from
her
before the sun went
down
that Good and
terrible Friday
and it’s no wonder
she was back at dawn
the morning after
Sabbath
with other
ministering women
carrying spices
heedless of whom
would roll the stone
away
But the tomb was open
and the women
trembled
as an angel astounded
them
with talk of rising
Bewildered
Mary ran to the
apostles
but it’s no wonder
she returned
to grieve near the
tomb,
wanting to be
where last He was
A stranger, the
gardener?
inquired of her
weeping
"Sir," she
implored
"if you have
carried Him away
tell me where you
have put Him
and I will get
Him"
"Mary…"
"Rabboni!"
Astonished, she
reflexively
reached for Him…
"Do not cling to
Me"
He told her
"for I have not
yet ascended
to My Father"
Oh, it’s no wonder
it was she He
entrusted
to bring the news
to the brethren
No wonder
she ran, stumbling
over rocks
and potsherd
dashing through brush
and brambles
raising tufts of dust
eager to exclaim
breathless with
jubilation
"I have seen
the Lord!"
Maude Carolan
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