"Rabboni . . . Master." Grief, despair, and doubt were
swept away,
As Mary Magdalene beheld the risen Christ
that day.
The cross, the crown of thorns, and fainting form,
the silent tomb,
Became a dream. She, first to see this glory,
wrought from gloom.
Death vanquished. Here, the wondrous proof
of immortality!
"Father, forgive them." Love alone could claim
such victory.
Did she perceive the true idea, life and
substance found
As Spirit's perfect, pure reflection, never
by flesh bound?
When healing comes, all doubt dispelled through hope
and faith newborn,
We share the wonder Mary knew that
resurrection morn.
