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Poem/Reflection - Luke 24:1-12
Empty Tomb
Strong spices: myrrh, aloes.
Pungent enough to mask the odour of decay.
Whenever I smell strong spices I re-live that morning.
The spices were heavy, but that was not the reason we were breathless.
It was cool; the sun had not yet risen, but that wasn’t why a shiver ran through my body.
It was the shock.
Empty.
Empty.
The word spun round and round in my mind.
Continues...
© Sue Brown 2012
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