WALTER A ADAMS

Three Marys

Born in Texas, Hi School, Vietnam vet 72 yrs on this earth






Three Marys on the road going to a tomb
One old one younger one in bloom
Hurrying thru a world changing as they sped
The dark of the first new day

‘The sun is coming’ the oldest said
She carried frankincense to anoint the dead
The shadows grew lighter on the road they trod
The pre light of the first new day

“Who will move the stone” the younger cried
She had fine myrrh for the one who died
The light was touching the tops of the trees
In the dawn of the first new day

“The stones been moved” sang the bloom
They knelt and gazed in the empty tomb
The sheet lay flat on the stone inside
In the full light of the first new day

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