the quiet mary knew

What they felt was this: Isn't it

Fantastically sweet beyond all other mysteries,

And yet immensely earthbound:

That he, slightly pale still from the grave,

Walked light as air toward her,

Risen in every particle of his being.

Oh it was to her first. Far beyond speech

They felt that healing.

Yes, healing was what it was

And there was no need for firm touch.

He laid for a second only

His hand, about to be

Eternal, on her woman's shoulder.

And they began

As quietly as trees in April,

Wholly mingled,

The new season

Of their deepest union

rilke's 'the quiet mary knew with the Risen Christ'. translation by robert bly.



The Lord is risen indeed! Alleluia!