Savior Jesus…
I hope I would have been with Joseph of Arimathea…
But would I have been?
Would I have stood vigil beside him,
mixing the myrrh,
tearing the cloth,
swallowing my screams in
the darkest silence?
Would I have wrapped you in
the bands of my own brokenness,
hearing your wailing mother outside
who once tore cloth and wrapped you with
swaddling bands of love and light?
Would I have asked for her courage,
her...
