To the child mother Mary purred
While the nearby scent of Myrrh
Wafted slowly heavenward
To the empty throne of the Word
Hastily into Joseph’s tomb
The body enters the womb
Of the earth’s deepest room
Like a rejected lonely bridegroom
Later came the Myrrh
To the silent sepulcher
To anoint the Pure
And holy heaven bound ruler.
But He was harrowing hell
From Satan’s spell
Saving the dead
Because He bled.
By Roger J Simpson January 30, 2023