Still …

“Who will roll away the stone for us
from the entrance of the tomb?”

Still they prepared the spices.
Still they beat the sun, waking up in the dark of the night.
Still they walked to the tomb.

Doing what they could.
To the very end of their wit.
And it’s there …

He met them.

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