HAVE YOU SEEN HIM WHOM MY HEART LOVES?

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Have you seen the one whom my heart loves? Song 3:3

Resonated by the Mary of Magdala at the wake of Resurrection.

Recall the devastation, the frustration, the wonderment?

Of a woman in love and loss all at once, the confusion?

He soon passed away and was no more; though I looked for him, he could not be found. Psalm 37:36

Here goes the tone of pain.

 

Designate was the voice that called, Mary! John 20:16

Intimate and consummate was the trill, so merry!

The voice pitched in hope, cleared the guise.

Does it happen that the deceased are rekindled?

She sought for a corpse to accord a decent burial,

But HE comes whole, victorious and alive!

The pain turned victory!

 

Feminine audacity, she’s the first herald.

Announcing the Good news! “He’s risen!”

The sinner forgiven much, loves much. Luke 7:47

Many a person will promise love.

But when a woman loves, she loves to bits.

Crowned apostle, sweet little pebble.

Found Him whom her heart loved.

And I do too today.

Have you?

 

@ By Sr. Esther Koros OSF


Happy Easter 2024

Comments

  1. Anonymous31 March 2024 at 18:39

    Still trying to figure that out.... Happy Easter

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  2. Anonymous31 March 2024 at 18:46

    Beautiful piece😍😍

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  3. Anonymous31 March 2024 at 18:55

    The women have grace before God!!, nice piece sr.!!

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  4. Anonymous31 March 2024 at 19:03

    Good work Sister.

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  5. Anonymous31 March 2024 at 19:14

    Beautiful piece. I love it

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  6. Anonymous31 March 2024 at 19:46

    👏🙏

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  7. Anonymous31 March 2024 at 20:04

    Sure, the sinner forgiven much loves much. Wonderful

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  8. Anonymous31 March 2024 at 20:16

    Well done Sister! Beautiful!

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  9. Anonymous31 March 2024 at 20:34

    Beautiful!
    Happy Easter Sister.

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  10. Anonymous31 March 2024 at 20:46

    Good job dearest Sr.May the joy of the risen Lord remain with you always.

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  11. CHRISTINE31 March 2024 at 20:57

    Great

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  12. Anonymous31 March 2024 at 22:25

    Good work dear Sr Esther. You are a poet indeed. May the Lord bless your work

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  13. Anonymous31 March 2024 at 23:24

    Apt

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  14. Anonymous1 April 2024 at 07:10

    Marvellous

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  15. Anonymous1 April 2024 at 08:10

    Nice One

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  16. John Makokha1 April 2024 at 09:04

    Lovely poem. I love it

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  17. Anonymous1 April 2024 at 09:13

    Lovely piece

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  18. Anonymous2 April 2024 at 11:11

    Good and inspiring piece, keep the spirit of resurrection burning

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  19. Anonymous2 April 2024 at 14:02

    He who is forgiven more loves more! ❤️

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  20. el_purpler12 April 2024 at 17:58

    💜💜💜

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