Two beautiful poems by Pamela

[Gabrielle Dean]

Easter thoughts by Pamela O'Cuneen

At the end of it all

After those thunderstorms

The crowds milled home. 

But we, we huddled together. 

Was this the end? 

After the palms and shouting

And all we heard him say? 

Choked with tears we sat,

Silent with our thoughts. 

The night passed.

Were we now the hunted?

Peter was distraught,

Judas, the chosen, had disappeared. 

A long dark day

This never- ending sabbath. 

The Marys, anxious to be doing, 

Planned to visit the tomb at dawn.

Part 2

Dawn came 

And women wrapped in cloaks 

Hurried to the garden.  

Faces set, they knew 

What awaited. 

Wrecked and hastily interred, 

The body of the man they loved.

Wondered on the way

How they could move the stone. 

A grave they expected. 

Not figures in white. 

Not neat housekeeping of cloths. 

Not body-snatchers and an empty tomb.

Even Mary , tear- blinded, 

Knowing that death is death, 

Mistook her God for a gardener, 

Until she saw God in a gardener 

Until she was known and named