To Know You as Mary
To know You as Mary,
when you spoke her name
and her world was never the same ...
beside the still tomb
where the spring roses bloom.
O, then I would laugh
and be glad that I came,
never minding the chill, or the dismal rain ...
beside the still tomb
where the spring roses bloom.
I might not think this earth
the sharp focus of pain
if I heard You exclaim-
beside the still tomb
where the spring roses bloom
-my most unexpected, unwarranted name!
Michael Burch