She remembered,
Shrouded in Faith's Night, shocked silence:
That nail splintered wood,
Those fastened hands
Dripping in pulses of Love Divine
And human heart, stretch in final
Blessing, the Word's
Wordless cry echoed
Obedient between fingers holding
Her heart even as He gives all away,
The Word's wordless agony pierced even deeper:
Oh anti-thesis of all that was promised!
She suffered that blessing, but
She stood firm. Until
Later this new steadfastness
Filled Peter and John,
Whose secret she shared as they
Witnessed to burial cloth and head coverings set
Apart in a tomb robbed of death, and
In shared memories of this emptiness
She prayed. Until
Wind moved tongues of fire, shrouded
In faith's night, splintered tongues told truth
to bind in love a still frail fellowship
born of spiritual maternity
And in hidden light,
found hope.
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