Two Marys

Both standing at his feet and gazing up into his face as darkness hid the sun from over this God forsaken place two hearts filled with such boundless love, two hearts now full of grief one heart empty, desolate one still held belief. The stone rolled back, one voice cried out 'Can all of this be true?' but the mother whispered thanks in prayer, for deep inside- she always knew. Happy Easter

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Franklin Price

Date: 4/5/2015 6:57:00 AM

I can see it

Viv Wigley
Date: 4/5/2015 7:02:00 AM

Thanks, Franlin, and happy Easter to you.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 4/5/2015 5:06:00 AM

Lovely, Viv. Very lovely. I especially like it when Mary (not his mother) mistakes the risen Lord for a gardener and with tears streaming down her face asks of him where Jesus' body is...Then...he simply says...MARY. She knows him from His blessed voice! :) This is a lovely piece of those woman who played such a vital part in Christ's life. Blessed Easter to you.

Viv Wigley
Date: 4/5/2015 7:01:00 AM

Yes, the women throughout the New Testament demonstrated great faith, a little wobbly sometimes, but the risen Lord revealed himself to them first. Easter grace and comfort to you too, Jade.