Donna Sue Poetry

RUN TOWARD THE GARDEN TOMB

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Holy Saturday evening, 2012, Lent is over with for the year, and my thoughts travel back in time so many centuries ago to that Saturday night in Jerusalem; so late into that night. Christ had been in the grave for a while, but I wonder what Mary Magdalene might have been thinking during the silence after the terror of the crucifixion. I wonder what she was feeling and what she believed. I wonder what she might have heard in her heart over the sound of its breaking. Possibly a distant call, almost a whisper, and then . . .

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“Sweet Mary, hurry fast and run

Toward the garden tomb.

The sun is rising, I am too,

From deep within death’s womb.

 

My triumph over sin and death

Is but a breath away.

Its grip upon my flesh and blood,

Can’t keep me in this grave.

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The time is here, the time has come.

Rise from your grief to see.

I stand here now victorious,

Come see what Angels see!

 My kingdom is for you to share,

Forgot not were your tears,

Nor the way that you anointed me

While some stood back in fear.

 My Daughter, come claim your reward.

I live! You hear my voice!

Move quickly to the sound of it

For you may now rejoice!

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So run, sweet Mary, hurry fast

Toward the garden tomb.

The sun is rising; I am too

From deep within death’s womb.

 

My triumph over sin and death

Is but a breath away.

Its grip upon my flesh and blood,

Can’t keep me in the grave.”

 

Donna Sue Berry

April 4th, 2012

For Easter


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