The Burial of Jesus
When it was evening, there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, who was also a disciple of Jesus. He went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus; then Pilate ordered it to be given to him. So Joseph took the body and wrapped it in a clean linen cloth and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn in the rock. He then rolled a great stone to the door of the tomb and went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were there, sitting opposite the tomb.
So that’s it
After all the kerfuffle
all the hype
that’s what it came down to
A broken body
buried in a stone cold tomb
And two women
sitting waiting
No more to be said
No more to be done
Sabbath
And yet...
And yet...
there is beauty
and sacrament
in the waiting
Waiting
with the sorrow
Waiting
with the soul crushing pain
Waiting
with the ache in the chest
that was forged
in love
shattered, messy love
that knows no logic
that cannot be bound
The kind of love
that we wouldn’t be without
though it causes such pain
Two women
Mary Magdalene
and
the other Mary
kept their vigil.
In the searing hurt
of loss and love
they waited.
As must we.
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