Resurrection Song

Beneath the darkness of the treesThe plaintive moaning of the breezeWas hushed; the stars withdrawn.Only the halting, sandaled treadOf those who thought to greet their deadDisturbed the breaking dawn.

Adown the rocky path they came—Two women (Mary was the nameOf both), who gently boreA gift of spices, hoping theyMight touch the form of him who layBehind the sealèd door.

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