At the Tomb

The angel was like lightning—
sudden, unexpected, brilliant,
electrifying.
Gone before I comprehended him.

Despite his earth-shaking message
and newly donned sinews
that first resurrection morning,
it wasn’t him I came to see.

I turned instead to the garden
and found a Caretaker waiting,
ready to bridge death’s rift
with a single word
addressed to me:

Mary.

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