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The garden was so quiet
As Mary walked around
A slight mist hovered
gently
Just above the ground.
It was so very early
And Mary, unable to sleep
Had come into the garden
In loneliness to weep.
The
birds all quiet and still
Seemed to feel her sorrow
She wondered as she walked
How she would feel tomorrow.
The flowers drooped their tiny
heads
As if in sympathy
And tiny drops of moisture
Fell down beneath each tree.
She ached with sorrow for her
Lord
Her heart, it felt like lead
She remembered how He hung there
How His side had bled.
She remembered the soldier
piercing
Warm flesh with shiny sword
How life was then extinguished
When the blood had poured.
She wept so much she could not
see
The path down which she walked
A gardener then smiled at her
Stopped and so they talked.
"Don't you know me Mary?"
He said as tears still fell
"Don't you know me Mary
I know you so well".
At last her vision cleared
She looked and really saw
This was her Lord and Saviour
Risen and here once more.
Joy burned within her heart and
soul
Joy at the very sight
Joy for Him, joy for herself
Joy filling life with light.
©
DS, 2006
© 2004 Miriam Parkinson |
