After the long dark season, a joyous one will begin at last, I know it.
Joy comes like a doe with quiet footfalls and breezes by like a cherry blossom aroma.
My darling Jesus arises. Mary Magdalene weeps for her Lord who she believes had been taken away, and she doesn't know it is him beside her until he says, "Mary." His tone must have been sweet, and it is warm and unladen now with all of our names. Can you hear him?
During weeping moments, we don't know joy is on its way, but there it is, do you see it? Our Lord is not daydreaming ahead, aloof at the bend of the road. Jesus said "Mary," and his Spirit encircles us now.