I am like Mary
weeping at
the foot of your cross
and I am like Mary
rejoicing
at the sound of your
voice
that calls me by name:
“Daughter, I have risen!”
“Daughter, I am alive today!”
I know this is joy,
the kind I have been
searching on my knees
my whole life to find:
“You have risen!”
“You are alive!”
So I rise up from weeping,
the treasure is here —
in your grace
I stand.
xx, Hannah