Christ is risen, alleluia! Like so many others, we are a little weary now. We have kept Vigil through the night hours and proclaimed the Resurrection. We have rejoiced through the day hours, and as evening falls we recall that this Easter Day will go on for a whole Octave, giving us time to absorb its wonders. The snow flurries have temporarily whitened the hedgerows, reminding us of the gravecloths burst asunder and the white garments of our own baptism into Christ's death. As the Easter Sequence questions Mary about what she saw on her way to the empty tomb, so we too must question ourselves: what does this great Mystery mean to me?