Sister Poetry

(John 20:11)

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.

One word
And the shutter on the window of my soul
was flung open.
One word transformed everything, transformed me.

One word
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.