Do you think, in your wildest dreams, that He
well might have hoped, at that bright dawn, to meet
a group of you (some, if not all eleven)
to show you His triumphant victory?---
that His death on the cross was not defeat
despite abandonment's craven betrayal.
(And only one of you there to help bury
His broken Body: that was cowardly;
or maybe it was just downright obscene.)
His faith, His promises, shall never fail---
neither on this Earth, nor in Highest Heaven.
And to preach this good news, the Magadalene
came to you: she with whom He shared that very
tender moment in Joseph's garden---Mary.