Yours was a naked death, Jesus:

Not for you the fine linen of a rich bed

surrounded by wealth accumulated over a comfortable lifetime.

Not for you a well prepared service of farewell

with time for proper grieving and departures.

Not for you a carefully chosen shroud,

or a tenderly nurtured grave.

When you kept your rendezvous with death

all was stripped away except your determined love

and the life that lay dormant for a moment

waiting for the morning

when your naked glory would break free again.

Amen.

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