A secret watchfulness as she slowly descended
The dark depths. A malevolence
But willing that horror, fast away. She
Replaced it with a semblance,
Of the true reality, the pure, lost presence
That had filled her heart with wholeness.
The wholesome freedom from that dreaded fear!
Rendering her fear, her dread, meaningless!
Still fearfully, and not without dread, before
His death, His promised prediction.
To see her again! But that could never be!
She dismissed the thought as wishful thinking!
But less fearful now she felt her way forward,
Without candle but knowing to place
Her hand on the damp wall that led to the chamber.
Suddenly shocked surprise, a shining face!
Her hand cupped her mouth in abject terror!
A ghostly figure sat upon the stone!
While a cocoon-like shroud deflated slowly and
A figure in white sat there alone!
The face, in glowing whiteness, then slowly turned
Like waking from deep sleep candidly.
His gaze met hers and without surprise
Smiled and greeted her by name, “Mary!”