• Judith Krum

The Shattered Jars of Spice


by Judith Krum


Between the dark and light, from night to morn,

The grave clothes placed in empty tomb instead,

The women came with myrrh for body torn.

With fear and terror they came all forlorn.

“Be not afraid. The Lord is ris’n,” he said,

Between the dark and light, from night to morn.

No body there to cleanse or to adorn.

They dropped the jars of spice, revealing dread.

The women came with myrrh for body torn.

No strength remained to help them, so care-worn.

They knew full well that they had seen Him dead

Between the dark and light, from night to morn.

The angel urged; they sped ahead to warn.

Feet flew as on they rushed, the news to spread.

The women came with myrrh for body torn,

But new fire kindled time to be reborn

With new and holy wine and sacred bread.

Between the dark and light, from night to morn

The women came with myrrh for body torn.

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