Easter Sonnet #2

Here is another old poem of mine for Easter. Enjoy–and don’t forget to read the story I posted on Thursday, about what would happen to the Inklings if the Germans won WWII.

Grief: Mary Magdalene’s Testimony I

I, too, saw that absent shape. I stood
a while and watched a shadowed fear grow
in my companions’ eyes. One knelt and wept.
I thought I felt the vacancy that showed
on their faces, but scarcely had my heart
begun to empty of its faith when He
called me. I left my friends and knelt alone.
His hand rested on my hair; I breathed
the daily scent He wore of dusty walks,
sun-baked work, and hibiscus air. I saw
His wounded hands, His thorn-bruised head,
and His spear-torn side in my thoughts,
then raised my eyes and knew Him in the dawn.
My tears dampened His knee. This is not death!

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About Sørina Higgins

Sørina Higgins is a writer, English teacher, and Inklings scholar. Sørina serves as Chair of the Department of Language and Literature at Signum University and teaches English at King's College and Lehigh Carbon Community College. She has published two books of poetry, "The Significance of Swans" and "Caduceus."

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