"Why weepest thou?"

It is a shattering thing to see our joy,Our fairest earthly hope, lie dashed and dead;To stand beside the sepulcher and weep,And feel the baffled weariness of grief.Yet through this vale of sorrow as we passWe may, like Mary Magdalene of old,Recall the voice of Truth, and turn ourselves,And pausing, strive to answer that demand,"Why weepest thou?" For deeply there abidesIn all our hearts a sweet and certain senseThat weeping is no part of God's intent.And as we turn, we too may recognizeThe Christ that Mary saw. Still may we sayWith her, Where is he? Not again to lookFor Life in matter, where no Life can be.

What was it then the Master sought of her?O touch me not! Seek not to know me moreAs matter. But at last see me at-oneWith the eternal Father of us all.And with this recognition there will comeA glad awakening to endless Life,To infinite and all-including Love,That leaves no room for aught but happinessFor children of our Father-Mother God.

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