Here we are, the morning after the day our Lord was crucified. Impossible to believe, even though we saw it with our own eyes. You said it would come to pass Lord. But so suddenly, too soon. There is so much more we wanted to hear, needed to ask; to know how to live. Now, how to live without you.
Even the unbelievers were made to see the truth at your death. When the ground shook and the Church crumbled, how else could Gods very creation react to so violent an end to the Christs time on Earth?
I look to my sisters. They are my fellow disciples and mothers of Christs chosen few. And where are my brothers? I feared they too were arrested. Now we hear they have hidden themselves away. To mourn together, to wait for my Lords return.
We haven't forgotten your promise Lord. As we watched over you and tenderly saw you to your grave. Not wanting to leave you, we kept watch by your tomb until the Church guards chased us away. How cruel to have to leave your side! We have not forgotten Teacher, your promise to come back to us. We look to your mother Mary, wanting to minister and to comfort her. But she, even in her grief is filled with peace and joy, knowing that the Father's plan for the worlds salvation is coming to pass. She comforts us and tells us to prepare for your return.
So we pray, we mourn and we go to our homes to make a feast to bring with us. We are going back now to your tomb to meet you. We know you are coming, you will tell us how to live. You will always be with us, guiding our hearts and souls in your way.
Our hearts are full of the glory of God. We come to meet our Risen Lord.
