She sits in the
Garden
tears mar her cheeks
confused, frightened
where did they take him
where have they hidden him
Mary . . . .
Her heart stops, she
can’t breath
it is his voice, it looks like him,
yet he, he, he . . .
she steps closer
a whisper, Rabbouni
Bursting into the
upper room,
she dances from person to person, He lives
He lives, I saw Him
I touched Him
I spoke to Him, He Lives
He Lives
Oh Joy beyond Joy
O Love beyond Love
HE LIVES
Ruth Jewell, ©April 21, 2019
A Quiet Walk 