Weeping women

Carrying grief and spices

To carry out a duty

To do, one last time

For One they love

A duty the dead cannot do

For themselves,

A duty which,

This once,

Would remain undone

Because unneeded.

For this One

Could not be kept

In the grave.

No claim of Death

Could hold

The Self-Existent


Who came to do

For the dead

What we—

The dead—

cannot do for ourselves.

For those He loved,

He gave


Carrying sin,

Bearing shame,

Receiving Holy wrath

In our place,

That we might

Never die,

But live forevermore.

He is

The Resurrection

And the Life.


Into our sadness

Has come


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