Friday, March 1, 2024

"It's No Wonder"

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day

"Mary Magdalene" by J. Kirk Richards



It’s no wonder

Mary of Magdala

traveled with Rabboni

and the twelve

and helped

support His mission

She was a woman on fire

with love and gratitude

a woman freed

of seven snarling demons


It’s no wonder

despite trepidation

she watched at a distance

as they nailed her Great One

to a wretched cross

cupping her ears, wailing

at each resonating hammerfall

No wonder

she drew near

as He hung

in the agony of dying

for being there

was better

than not being there


Mary, bereft

looked upon her Rabboni

as they took Him

from the beams

laid His powerless Body

in the tomb

and rolled a great round stone

across the entrance

separating Him from her

before the sun went down

that Good and terrible Friday


and it’s no wonder

she was back at dawn

the morning after Sabbath

with other ministering women

carrying spices

heedless of who

would roll the stone away


But the tomb was open

and the women trembled

as an angel astounded them

with talk of rising



Mary ran to the apostles

but it’s no wonder

she returned

to grieve near the tomb,

wanting to be

where last He was


A stranger, the gardener?

inquired of her weeping

"Sir," she implored

"if you have carried Him away

tell me where you have put Him

and I will get Him"






Astonished, she reflexively

reached for Him…

"Do not cling to Me"

He told her

"for I have not yet ascended

to My Father"


Oh, it’s no wonder

it was she He entrusted

to bring the news

to the brethren

No wonder

she ran, stumbling over rocks

and potsherd

dashing through brush

and brambles

raising tufts of dust

eager to exclaim

breathless with jubilation


"I have seen

the Lord!"


Maude Carolan


For Saturday, March 2nd...



When I was a child

I could hardly wait for Easter

could hardly wait to wear my new spring dress

and the flowery straw bonnet with velvet ribbon streamers

could hardly wait for the basket of marshmallow chocolates

tiny jelly beans and bright colored eggs

to magically appear in my bedroom

compliments of a big white bunny

Oh, the wonders of childhood’s imaginings…


I was glad about the Resurrection, too, of course


But first I had to get through Lent and "Good" Friday

first I had to sacrifice

and give a lot of serious consideration

to Jesus

first I had to think about a nice holy man


a terrible death

upon a horrible cross

and I had to try to understand

that He died that awful death

for me!


I preferred, of course

to think about chocolate, bunnies, and bonnets

rather than scourging, thorns, and nails


Good? I thought…

What could possibly

be "Good" about it?


I wanted to call it "Bad Friday"

"Cruel Friday" or

"Why Did God Have To Have It Happen That Way Friday?"


Of course

I was too young to understand…then


Now I realize

a basket-bearing bunny on Easter

cannot be compared to what happened

that particular cosmic Friday

at the Cross


Now I know

what's so "Good" about it


is that it's followed by


that Stone-Blown-Out-of-the-Tomb-Sunday!!!

that Jesus-Was-Dead…But-Now-He-Lives--Hallelujah-Sunday!!!


Now I know

it’s not about the bunny at all—


It’s about Jesus, the Sacrifice Lamb, Who died for our sins

so all who Believe

will be granted eternal life


and that

my brothers and sisters


is very, very, very




Maude Carolan Pych

"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

by Maude Carolan Pych

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