Mary
I am standing in the garden
My feet damp on the grass
Waiting, watching, hoping
That my love will pass
But he is dead and in the dark
The cloths enfold his face
And I am here and all alone
Longing for his embrace
The mist mingles with my tears
My sobs echo and fade
There is a quiet in this place
But I am unafraid
I do not see him when he comes
I only hear my name
Whispered with love stronger than death
And I can live again
Easter Sunday
