Poems

I knew I knew I was jealous Jealous of Mary. I knew I knew from Friday afternoon, The look on her face When they sealed the tomb. I knew I knew she would be there At sunrise. I knew I knew the passion In her body drove her To have Him all, All for herself, to wash Him To wash Him with her tears, To dry His lifeless body With her hair, To anoint Him head to toe With her lips, With her breath, With her love. I knew I knew I was jealous Jealous of Mary. I had fallen asleep Fallen asleep waiting for her. I never felt, Never felt the earth shake. I never saw Never saw the soldiers abandon Abandon their watch. I just knew I knew I was jealous Jealous of Mary. When I awoke, I saw her Saw her in the tomb Slowly unwrapping the shroud, Ever so slowly As the linen cloth stuck Stuck to his wounds. To my surprise, She had already spotted me. She beckoned to me. To my surprise She invited me To also wash Him head to toe With my tears, To also anoint Him head to toe With my lips With my breath, With