Mary went to the tomb
while it was still dark.
Jesus had already gotten up,
already defeated our greatest enemy,
already erased the very reason
for her sadness,
and – still – she wept.
Mary wept in the face of angels
and did not recognize the man
she came in search of,
because Mary was looking for a body
and Jesus was a body that had won Full Life.
I have come into the Garden alone
in the darkness I am so sure will never leave
and the empty tomb still means
so little to me.
I am Mary, present,
because she does not understand
what He has done.