When someone dies before their time
Not a single person is ready
We allow anyone to offer help
For their hands can be more steady
A disciple from the fringes?
A rich man just converted?
Joseph of Arimathea came
When he had been alerted.
He helped to wrap the body
As all creation watched and mourned
The heaviest of weight in grief
In their stomachs continued to form
Yet even as their tears were moist
Rome was staying in the loop
The Pharisees has warned them
Of deception possible by His group
The worst thing that could happen
Would be to let them pretend He rose
And so the tomb was well guarded
By His enemies and foes.
The heavy stone was rolled in place
And guards stood just nearby
The women slowly walked away
As all the cosmos sighed.
I wonder if creation could
Feel something New was brewing?
Or if even the birds and fish
Had no idea what the creator was doing…