by Christal Ann Rice Cooper
Sunday morning even before the women rise i am here the two Roman soldiers are in my sight, watching the eleven disciples out of my sight, hiding and I witness the angel, the paralytic shock of the soldiers, the rolling of the stone, and my Son taking His first resurrected breath. He comes to me: “Mother. Mary” i kneel in joyful cries and He asks: “Are these tears for your Son, or are they for your God?”
Christal Ann Rice Cooper identifies herself as a Jesus-loving and Gospel-relying person. She is a newspaper writer, feature stories writer, poet, fiction writer, photographer, and painter. She has a Bachelor’s in Criminal Justice and completed all of her poetry and fiction workshops required for her Master’s in Creative Writing with a focus on poetry. She maintains a website at www.chrisricecooper.com
She, her husband Wayne, sons Nicholas and Caleb, cats Nation and Alaska reside in the St. Louis area.