by Mark Weinrich

Dust puffed at his feet
when Joseph of Arimathea entered
his tomb, he was more than satisfied.
No matter the months and cost, 
the masons’ chisels were silent, 
his chamber was prepared.
He brushed the cool stone, 
now I am ready to die.
Meeting Jesus had never been part
of Joseph’s plan. Mercy and peace cascaded 
through his soul, overturning everything 
he claimed to know. Jesus was worth more 
than all he owned. But what of his reputation? 
How could he acknowledge Jesus 
and what he now believed?

Shame seeped drip by drip 
and pooled in Joseph’s soul.
The shock of Jesus’ trial, his horrific death 
shook Joseph to the core, he should have 
defended him. Now there was no turning back,
in spite of the threats and scorn 
he had claimed Jesus’ body.

Honoring Jesus with his tomb had been the least 
he could do. The crushing loss descended as Joseph 
supervised the burial of one who had become 
his dearest friend.

But the third day was like a dream.
The news from Mary, from Peter, and John
could not keep Joseph away. The scent 
of the burial spices still perfumed the air. 
And the wrappings were placed, folded
just as the others had said. Joseph rejoiced, 
this tomb had never been about him. 
No matter how unbelievable,
Joseph knew he was ready to live.
Jesus is alive.

Mark Weinrich lives a creative life as a writer, photographer, musician, and artist—all wrapped together in an outdoorsman. He is a retired pastor and nine-year cancer survivor. His writing and photography have appeared in over 130 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.

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