A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day
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 who
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
WHAT'S SO "GOOD" ABOUT IT?
When I was a child
I could hardly wait for Easter
could hardly wait to wear my new spring dress
and the flowery straw bonnet with velvet ribbon streamers
could hardly wait for the basket of marshmallow chocolates
tiny jelly beans and bright colored eggs
to magically appear in my bedroom
compliments of a big white bunny
Oh, the wonders of childhood’s imaginings…
I was glad about the Resurrection, too, of course
But first I had to get through Lent and "Good"
Friday
first I had to sacrifice
and give a lot of serious consideration
to Jesus
first I had to think about a nice holy man
dying
a terrible death
upon a horrible cross
and I had to try to understand
that He died that awful death
for me!
I preferred, of course
to think about chocolate, bunnies, and bonnets
rather than scourging, thorns, and nails
Good? I thought…
What could possibly
be "Good" about it?
I wanted to call it "Bad Friday"
"Cruel Friday" or
"Why Did God Have To Have It Happen That Way
Friday?"
Of course
I was too young to understand…then
Now I realize
a basket-bearing bunny on Easter
cannot be compared to what happened
that particular cosmic Friday
at the Cross
Now I know
what's so "Good" about it
is that it's followed by
that Stone-Blown-Out-of-the-Tomb-Sunday!!!
that Jesus-Was-Dead…But-Now-He-Lives--Hallelujah-Sunday!!!
Now I know
it’s not about the
bunny at all—
It’s about Jesus,
the Sacrifice Lamb, Who died for our sins
so all who Believe
will be granted
eternal life
and that
my brothers and sisters
is very, very, very
Good!!!
Maude Carolan
Pych
"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"
by Maude Carolan Pych
is available online
at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, CBD, etc.
www.maudecarolanpych.net
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