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A hundred pounds of myrrh's and aloe's scents
released their fragrance to the wafting air

that shimmered with the first pink tints of dawn

beyond.  In Joseph's garden, birds began

to sing.  A limber boy and breathless man

(who---just two days before this---had denied

knowledge of Christ, as Christ had prophesied)

rushed in, but Jesus was no longer there.

What kind of guards could have missed this event's

impact?---the tomb empty, the body gone.

Only the winding sheets lay on the shelf
(where friends had placed Him; such a cold, hard space

it seemed); the napkin that had veiled his face

now neatly folded and placed by itself.