Note: Mary of Magdala was a grateful follower and supporter of Jesus. He had cast out seven demons that plagued her life. Like all of Jesus’s followers on that first Easter, she grieved that the Man in whom she had trusted was brutally murdered. She watched His body buried in the stone tomb belonging to Nicodemus, and guarded by soldiers.
Perhaps because sleep eluded her, she rose in the dark on the third day after His death, and headed twice to the tomb.
Mary Magdalene
Night presses in on me
Like the sorrow squeezing my heart.
It was enough pain to watch Him die
A violent death.
But now to find that someone
Has taken His battered, bloody body somewhere;
I can hardly breathe.
I see the silent silhouette of a man –
Perhaps the gardener-
Near the door to Christ’s empty tomb.
My words blurt out, breathless, anxious, pleading:
