Dear Mary,

I thought about you

today

and the way

you sat 

at our Saviour's

tomb

I assume

you thought

the promise

had 

died

 

you cried

silent tears

of

holy communion

a

heart to heart

union

of grief

 

what relief

it must have been

when

the 'gardener' spoke

to 

choke

your fear

and

clear

the way

to hear your

Beloved

say

your name

 

I don't think

you were ever

the same

again

 

I know

because 

I am no longer

'Bog-rat No.9'

the chime

of the curse

has been broken

my Beloved

has spoken

 

whispered

called

re-intalled

 

my name

 

and I

will never

ever

be the same

 

again

 

our

holy communion

has

begun

 

spun

 

in to

all

eternity

the certainty

 

of my name

 

on His 

heart

now

 

and forever

more

 

engraved

 

marked

 

etched

 

the peace

 

within

 

 

Maureen Tuohy - Copyright