I stand outside under the blackened skies
with winks of light looking down on me.
I wonder if these are the same stars she
saw as she walked alone through the streets
early that morn on her way to the hills?
The orange glow of Arcturus,
red hot Mars, the icy blue chill of
Sirius, and the white glare of Jupiter,
eyes looking back from the heavens.
Did they see her walking the road
to a place where they laid Him
behind the stone, inside
even blacker than the night?
Did they see her tears fall across her
cheeks as she gazed up to the heavens
cursing Yahweh for her loss?
Could they look into her emptiness,
her fear of being left alone having
lost one so dear?
I stand under these same stars and
wonder if they see me too?
Holy Saturday and the Easter Vigil.
John 20:1 (NIV)
Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance.