Lyrical Riffs Mary met you face to Face,
voice to Voice,
name to Name,
In that garden of Resurrection.
Now it’s as if we catch
Subtle glimpses of you,
Divine shadows,
Sketchy outlines,
Signs of movement.
Through the trees,
Amongst the undergrowth,
Across crowded streets,
In the middle of the buzz,
And the business,
And the busyness,
Of our daily living.
Right here, each day.
Resurrected, present, with us,
Sometimes unnoticed and unknown,
But here,
In life’s ordinary gardens of Resurrection,
Waiting quietly to be spotted.
John 20 v 11-18
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