Magdalene Fears

Who will move the stone for me
That hides my Lord away,
That I may grieve
And wash His feet
With my tears?

Who will move the stone for me
In this place of death,
And open wounds of memory
To wash Him with my tears?

Who will move the stone for me
That I may join Him there
And fill the empty place he left
An agony
of tears?

Who will move the stone for me?
I have no strength or faith
For moving stones
Or calming storms
of tears.