Blinded by grief she could not see
Much less could she understand
An empty tomb and what it means
No sense could she command
Except he’s gone I don’t know where
Some one robbed the place
Blinded by tears she turns to one
But does not know the face
And then she hears the voice again
Ah yes she knows that sound
How often did she listen when
He spoke to all around
That personal sound so intimate
That comes from deepest heart
He spoke her name she knew him then
And death is blown apart
The voice of Jesus speaks to you
In scripture and in prayer
And most of all he’s with you
When you think he is not there
Ever present at your side
He gently speaks your name
‘Master’, we cry I hear you
My life restore again
Brian Fahy
11 April 2023
Erris Poetry 