In prayer’s trance Joseph sat as Nicodemus placed gifts at Savior’s feet.
With the myrrh and aloes offering, his part in this complete.
A Pharisee of wealth he stood there blanketed in shadow’s sight.
Hesitations of role here gave him to cower over plight.
Casting worried glance to Joseph, he waited conversation.
None came from man in prayer, Nicodemus set out his notion.
He brought the aloes, and the myrrh to women by Jesus’ side.
In Jewish Custom they all went to work with oils, as they cried.
With burial cloths the women wrapped Him, flowing forth their tears.
Joseph stood to watch tender filled touches, heart out to these dears.
Nicodemus knelt down and bowed his head for his redemption.
Others then knelt on their knees to listen for God’s intention.
Tired eyes burning red, puffiness, preparations now done
All prepare for the new tomorrow for the dawning of the sun.
Joseph rolled a stone across the opening as they went away.
All went down the hill for Sabbath, rest was ordered as they pray.
Two women stood apart from group watching the whole procession
They had stood outside the cave not wanting an intercession.
Mother Mary of God’s Son watched with a shattered, broken heart.
Mary Magdalene held her hand, she resolved not to depart.
With boulder crossed from view of Jesus, both women now sat down.
No talk, no bother to engage the other, their eyes cast toward town.
Day was done, full moon this night, both heaved a heavy sigh.
On trembling feet they rose to go, both out of tears to cry.
Back on the path they followed toward the sleeping place of the night.
With memories scarred in their minds they revisited day’s sight.
Their Jesus marked with pain, intense, disfigured as He walked.
The crowd laughed, threw rocks at Him as Jesus looked nobody talked.
Mary, and Mary walked back through, tracing feet on dusty street
They knew His blood was on this road as they walked feeling defeat.
With strength inside they both possessed because of Jesus’ love,
They went to home, they went to rest, they both prayed to God above.
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