Apostoloi (Lent Poems 36)
Mary, don’t hold me.
I cannot yet stay.
Quickly, go tell them;
I prepare now the way
For you to the Father,
Your father and mine.
Go tell all the brothers.
It soon will be time
For me then to send them
As I now send you.
Mary, go tell them.
Will they believe you?
The Consolations of Writing 