Hushed moon, hiding sun
Greet Mary with her spices.
Dew kisses her feet.
Heavy sigh, sad eyes.
Spices tremble close to heart
while dawn approaches.
Quiet questions asked
Silent answers weigh them down.
But...
Young man dressed in white
is comfortably sitting
where life swallowed death.
Jesus is not here.
Dawn is here! The son's risen!
The earth smells of spice.
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