Easter Mourning

Easter Mourning
This poem is a reflection on the Blessed Mother’s experience after the crucifixion and death of her Son. 

You were not confused; grieving in gratitude.
Dark for three days, your soul singing praise.
Full of hope, though pierced through.

A New Eve is dawning in this Easter mourning; watching for the Son to rise.
Dark clouds your shroud, for you died inside with Christ Crucified;
But you pray in faith and wait…and when you turn around
You’ll see a Sunlit Face and you’ll beam with grace in His embrace
on this Easter morning!

You were not confused; His Blood redeemed first you.
Your ransomed place, as Mother of Grace.
He bleeds—you plead—hearts move. 

A New Eve is dawning in this Easter mourning; watching for the Son to rise.
Dark clouds your shroud, for you died inside with Christ Crucified;
But you pray in faith and wait…and when you turn around
You’ll see a Sunlit Face and you’ll beam with grace in His embrace
on this Easter morning!

You were not confused; a Virgin bearing fruit.
First spouse of your Son; All in Him are one.
Creation wedded, made new.

A New Eve is dawning in this Easter mourning; watching for the Son to rise.
Dark clouds your shroud, for you died inside with Christ Crucified;
But you pray in faith and wait…and when you turn around
You’ll see a Sunlit Face and you’ll beam with grace in His embrace
on this Easter morning!

You were not confused; Help us see like you.
Untie the knots of fallen Eve’s thoughts.
Warm us with your Son’s bright Truth. 

A New Eve is dawning in this Easter mourning; watching for the Son to rise.
Dark clouds your shroud, for you died inside with Christ Crucified;
But you pray in faith and wait…and when you turn around
You’ll see a Sunlit Face and you’ll beam with grace in His embrace
on this Easter morning!