Sunday, April 8, 2012

Mary, Her Name Spoken (Poem)

Mary, Her Name Spoken

Morning strips darkness
from its hurrying hands

soon to be uplifted
in the truth of the empty

tomb called out not
from within ill-rendered stone

but in Rabboni's presence
before the shunned

Mary, her name spoken
as if for us all.

© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas


Anonymous said...

You grace and line, always soft and fragrant Maureen. A lovely dedication...


S. Etole said...

I've enjoyed catching up today.

The last line especially catches my attention.

Hope your Easter was a good one.