What went through Mary Magdalene's mind on that first Easter morning?

She stood speechless at his tomb.
Her mind was searching what had happened – it was such a whirlwind.
Her life had been empty until she had met him.
He had given a glimpse of promise and hope.
She was able to turn her back on her past.
Her future which was starting to look great was destroyed.
That empty grave was reflected by her empty soul.

She had watched as they taunted him
When they slammed that thorny crown on his head.
She saw them drive nails and plant that cross in the ground.
She had stood near the cross with his mother so dear
As they fearfully looked at his pain.
She heard every word that he uttered.
Her heart nearly stopped as he took his last breath
And proclaimed “it is finished” -- and then he died.
She held his mother so close in her heart
As the both of them hugged as they cried.

The Sabbath is over as she walks to his grave.
She didn’t know why she was there.
Maybe she just wanted to be close to him.
She needed to think.
Or maybe it was an expression of care.
She panicked as she saw the missing stone.
She approached as fast as she could.
The empty tomb only increased her own emptiness.
How could she go on from this moment in time.
Not only had he been killed
But insult was added to injury
When someone took off with his body.

As she stood by that open door of despair
Her life couldn’t sink any lower.
A voice spoke but she didn’t hear
The noise of her grief shutout other sounds.
“Why are you weeping?” the voice said again.
Perhaps it’s the culprit, she thought.
“If you’ve taken him, please bring him back!”
And small streams become raging rivers.
It took only one word to awaken her hope.
“Mary.”
It’s Jesus! How could that be.
She ran to embrace him.
“Please, let me be.”
“Go tell the disciple that you have seen me.”

She ran away faster than she had come to this place.
Her life so different, she made record time.
She invaded the gathering
She set them in action with her words that seemed foolish.
“I have seen the Lord.”

To lives that are empty today.
And feel they could not be lower.
Who are defeated and hopeless.
And don’t know where to turn.
Her words can echo in your heart.
“I have seen the Lord.”

The news of Easter has not been spread by proof.
No scientist has given us reason to hope.
The media, no matter how mighty they are
Cannot make this message expand.
Easter has come to us down through the years
As person to person the message is given.
“I have seen the Lord.”