Tumbling in the Sand
…It was a quiet, early morning
still lots of shadows as the sun barely peaked over the horizon.
It was a sad morning—one, I imagine that was dampened by tears
long before Mary of Magdalene ever made it to the tomb.
The sounds of nails being hammered into wood
still ringing in her ears.
Her heart wondering about the horror of the world
the way that people could hurt others so much
the way that power and empire seemed to crush so hard
the way that one she loved, one she honored, one she followed
had been so brutally killed.
She probably felt lost, afraid, alone.
She, like those leaving candles by the make-shift memorial at that movie theatre in Aurora, was coming to do what she could to say good-bye
to hope for some sort of closure
by wrapping Jesus’ body properly and anointing it with the spices
and prayers and probably some tears as well.
And when she found that tomb empty,
the choirs did not sing.
the sun did not shine extra bright
the lilies didn’t suddenly burst open.
There was only the dark, frighteningly empty tomb
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