The Women

You ran,

perhaps filled with a joy unknown before.

After the empty day that was yesterday,

you had expected nothing more than more emptiness.

You ran,

the light frightened you,

but the voice gave you strength,

so you sprinted from the sight of stones and boulders.

Would they believe you?

Your euphoria had to diminish,

a tiny bit,

as you considered rejection.

You were women,

you had no voice among the men,

your opinion had no weight except in His hearing.

You ran,

all the way to great city.

It is what the light told you to do.

Peter and John,

they will doubt your words.

Your excitable rambling will make little sense to the world.

Miracles exist to fester doubt,

and what is seen by the women,

is never equal to what will be seen by men.

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