Stooped with sorrow,
trailing hope like a discarded garment,
I faced the empty tomb.
It only took one word.
The Gardener said “Mary”
and the stone on the tomb
of my heart was rolled back.
And the shutter on the window of my soul
was flung open.
One word transformed everything, transformed me.
And I was resurrected from the dead
and sent to share the loaves and fishes
of my life.
That day I learned that
one word can feed a few, feast a thousand.
One word was all it took.