Easter Poem by Patrick Fealy

Shattered at the break of day
all broken was the seal
Empty was the resting place
where Mary came to kneel
Scattered were the weapons
One hundred Romans fled
What on earth had happened here
to bring the world such dread
Mary came to wunder
and wander near the flowers
weeping for her master
for what had seemed like hours
Then a voice so lovely
had caused her to recall
Remembering the sound of it
It was the master's call
Weeping by the fountain
within the garden green
He touched her with a wounded hand
that Mary must have seen
and with the mantle of her hair
He wiped away her tears
a perfect love had touched her
and drove away her fears
Magdalene was first to find
the Resurrected king
Of power and Dominion
Into the world she'd sing