by Nancy Gainor
The End?
Carefully Jesus’ body is removed
from the cross that framed His death.
As friends begin the Jewish tradition
of preparation for burial, tears
stream and cries exude anguish.
Their adored companion, mentor,
teacher, rabbi, loved one is dead.
Wrapping the delicate linen strips around
the once vibrant body leaves then
feeling empty, extremely sad,
confused and exceedingly afraid.
The fragrance of myrrh and aloe
envelopes the air as they
reverently anoint His body.
Cradling Him in their arms,
they transport Jesus to
Joseph’s garden tomb.
Here a soft light filters through
the olive trees that shade this
quiet sanctuary of rest.
The dusty path leads the
private processional
to the clay structure
where a darkened doorway
reveals the damp, isolated
domain awaiting the perfect
Son of God.
As the stone seals the opening,
the distraught friends believe
hope is forgotten, all is lost.
When circumstances overwhelm you and it appears that hope has vanished, remember our Lord is by your side, holding your hand and leading you upon his path of light. Hope abounds in Him.
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