GHOSTLY GREETING

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!”

.

.

HE LIVES

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S. Cox

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