There is only a man standing there, an ordinary man wearing rough work clothes. He must be the gardener. Sir, if you have carried the body away, tell me where it is. And suddenly, she also knows him. Love has a sense of things beyond the senses.
Love has a way of knowing things.
Mary knows this voice. The recognition transfigures her face. She reaches out to embrace him. You can't hold me now. I am ascending to my Father.