There was a woman weeping,
who came to be with Him
as early as she could.
Before the day began.
But He wasn't there.
Where, then?
Then she saw a man standing.
And kindly He asked her
why she was crying
and whom she was looking for.
She answered,
and then He said,
"Mary."
It was Him!
Miracle of all miracles.
Could it be?
Before He went home
to "my Father,
and your Father;
and to my God,
and your God,"
He stopped to talk with her--
a woman crying.
Lately,
I have thought of this story again and again.
And my heart has inclined toward it.
Mary, so earnest.
Christ, so kind and so real.
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