Before light dances on the dew, she has gathered her spices and fragrant oils for the journey.
Wrapping her arms around the jars, she steps carefully to avoid wayward roots in the dark.
To see him once more keeps tears from spilling out of eyes that have seen so much of life.
ALL: Why do you seek the living among the dead?
Stopping abruptly, she has no answer nor can comprehend the one sitting in the burial place.
The cold hewn stones will offer no warmth; a faint scent of myrrh is almost a memory.
Brokenness hangs heavy in this room, offering only unspoken promises and unseen hope.
ALL: Why do you seek the living among the dead?
It is to your credit you have wanted to fulfill your duty by anointing the body of your friend.
Here you will find only strips of linen, grave clothes without purpose that have come undone.
Your friend is not here, yet you are not abandoned. He has risen from the dead, his divine plan!
ALL: Why do you seek the living among the dead?
This tomb holds nothing for you; it will neither sprout vegetables nor flowers for a window sill.
Take one last look at the rock, unchanged by natural rhythms of life. Let go of the burial spices.
The stone has been rolled away. The freshness of new life rushes in. Love overcomes all!
ALL: Why do you seek the living among the dead?
Turn and walk into the garden where birds sing their early morning songs to welcome the day.
Buds burst forth in a flourish of color and the air is made sweet with their perfume.
There waits the Gardener. He knows your name. He has tended your heart from the beginning.
Go out into the garden and celebrate life! Amen.
thanks for posting as I couldn't read your message. I wish I was inspired and gifted to write as well as you, Mary Ellen.
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love this, my dear friend.I'm hoping you got to read it at church this morning. It blessed me to my core.
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