Holy Saturday As We Wait
Yesterday one man died
And so the hope of many with Him.
Weeping and wailing women cried.
No longer the day bright, but dim.
On the next darkened morning, the week's first day,
The Magdalene, bereft, in grief at her loss,
Visited His tomb. Empty. "They took Him away,"
She told her apostle brother who stood at the cross.
Her teacher nowhere to be found,
At His empty tomb she gives answer to a nearby gardener:
"They have taken Him from where He was bound."
Not knowing, Magdalene speaks to her pardoner.
Imagine the Magdalene's heart
Once full in presence of Absolute Love,
Empty, she thinks, being apart
And distant from Truth above.
The gardener inquires, "Woman, why do you weep?"
She asked, "Have you taken Him away?
Where does He now keep?"
"Mary", then gently did the Gardener say.
A lump in her throat, her ears heard clearly.
From her weeping she turned to sing.
"Rabboni, Rabboni, with all my heart I love dearly,"
She reaching with arms, He cautioned "Do not cling."
"I must ascend to my father" for man's sin just bore.
It was Mary, the first to greet the Risen Lord.
With death conquered and no more,
Christ and His purpose completed, one accord.