Magdalen’s Daybreak | A Sonnet By Mary Busse

Mary Busse is the 2nd Place Winner for Grade 12 in the 2015-16 Sonnet Contest

I walked the final watch of night, ere dawn,
the darkness heavy with the spices’ scent,
and would anoint His body, pour upon
His battered, holy face tears with myrrh blent.
Fear shook my trust, just as the earth was shaken;
eternity elapsed. When first my sight
beheld the tomb, I wept as one forsaken,
my final service cheated by the night.
Where had they taken Him, my wounded Master?
I cried aloud, a gardener’s aid besought,
then marveled, while my heart beat ever faster:
He spoke my name, and terror became naught.
Before the new world’s Light I did adore;
He lives, and now the night shall be no more.

About Mary Busse

Mary Busse is the second oldest of six kids and lives in rural Wisconsin. Besides writing poetry, she enjoys many hobbies including singing, sewing, flower-gardening, acting, deer-hunting with family, and especially reading. She would love to travel the world, but is a true country-mouse at heart. Incense at Mass also makes her happy. One day, she took a “Which Literary Character are You?” quiz twice with two different results: Tigger from A.A. Milne’s Winnie the Pooh stories and Tolkien’s Eowyn of Rohan. She likes to think that the combination of the two is a rather good description of her personality.