Greetje: New page: {{info}}When all of Joseph's tears were spent,
And all the secret love, long pent
Behind the bars of fear, was loosed,
And, like a swelling flood, reduced
This polished noblema...

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{{info}}When all of Joseph's tears were spent, And all the secret love, long pent Behind the bars of fear, was loosed, And, like a swelling flood, reduced This polished nobleman to sobs, And left him weakened and with throbs Behind his burning eyes, at last He lifted up his hands and passed His fingers up and down the stake Where Jesus hung, as if to make The gibbet like a lover's face, And somehow feel the cost of grace. The women watched behind the sword And spear between them and the Lord. And Mary Magdalene was on Her knees with all her longings drawn To Jesus, and, somehow, she feared, To this strange person who revered The Lord with fearlessness and pain. 

Then Joseph stood and raised his plain And heavy ladder high, and placed It on the bloody beam, and braced It just above the Savior's pale Gray arm. He bound with rope the frail, Limp body of the Lord on beam And post. And then, against a scream From Jesus' mother, stifled in Her hand, he slowly cut through skin And ligament beside the spikes With heads made flat by many strikes From Roman mallets. Then he clenched The knife between his teeth and wrenched Each hand of Jesus off its rough And jagged nail through tendons tough, But careful not to break a bone.

He came then to his feet. They'd grown To twice their size with blood And swelling. They were caked with mud From walking barefoot to the place Of execution. Joseph's face Was ashen as he put his back Between the women and the rack Where Jesus feet were nailed. And when He moved, the feet hung free. Again He climbed the ladder, tied a rope Around the Savior's chest, with hope That it would bear the weight, cut free The other cords, and tenderly Began to lower Jesus to The ground.

With all of this in view, The sword and spear could hold their ground No more; and Mary dashed around The soldier, to the cross. And held Her arms up toward the corpse, and smelled The stench of death. But Joseph paused With muscles taut. What if he caused The death of this young girl? He saw The soldier lift his spear and draw His sword to threaten John and hold Old Nicodemus back from bold And reckless deeds. But then it seemed She would be spared, and no one deemed Her worthy of their vigilance. But Joseph stared, as if a trance Had gripped his mind. "Sir," Mary said, "I just would like to keep his head From lying on the ground." "You know," He said, "I think you'd better go. If not, you'll be unclean tonight When Sabbath comes. And I've no might To save you from His enemies."

But Mary waved her hand, "O please, Sir, even if a thousand men With swords should come, not now or then Would I depart and leave you here With cords already cutting near The bones in your strong hands, and see The face of my king Jesus be Defiled by lying in the dirt. And as for me, I would invert Your warning: Sir, if I should leave My bloody Jesus here, and cleave To law to make me pure, then I Would be unclean with darkest dye, Not just tonight but ev'ry day. Sir, lower him to me, I pray." And as the rope slipped through his hands He said to her, "Your heart demands An older frame than what I see. You must have known much misery. Your hardship has not been in vain; God does not waste the gift of pain." And as she cradled Jesus' head, The man picked up the precious dead, And just before the Sabbath day, They carried Jesus Christ away.

By morning Joseph realized That Caiaphas had prized His death at twenty silver coins, And so he girded up his loins And fled Jerusalem before The Sabbath dawn. For more Than thirty days he hid alone In Galilee. When it was known That Jesus had appeared one day Near Joseph's secret hideaway, He took the risk, and found a crowd, About five hundred strong, all bowed In reverence before the Prince Of life. He knelt, as once long since:

A distance far, yet good to gaze Upon the man, that thirty days Ago, he carried dead down to His grave, and prayed it would be true That he should live.

Now, suddenly, The Lord was silent. He could see Across the field a man, and knew That he must speak with him. And through The crowd he walked, until he stood By Joseph. Then he said, "I would, Please, speak with you alone. Come, let Us go apart." And there he set His riven hands on Joseph's head, And spoke this blessing: "I was dead, And now I am alive with all Authority, and there shall fall Not one small word of what I say Nor any purpose I display. In ten days I will leave the earth And then, ten more, and I will birth A mission that can never fail, Nor is there one with larger scale, Nor ever will there be. And I Will make the hearts of kings comply For my renown, and pagan queens Will yield to me in final scenes Of death. And as my lifeless frame You carried once, so now my name, With that same courage, to the place That I appoint, and with the grace Of that same helper, Mary. Do Not fear that she is young, and you Are twice her age, or that she was A concubine. I know these flaws, And I have chosen her. She waits For you outside the city gates. And has a word from me for you Now go and learn what you should do. You will receive the pow'r you need, And I will be with you. Godspeed."

In two days, Joseph came to her And said, "Your hands still smell of myrrh." She smiled, "So you were wrong that I Would be defiled by touching my Dead king." And Joseph marveled at This maiden's youth and wisdom that She carried in her soul. And then He said, "I know that other men Are younger, and there must be one Whom you desire." She said, "No, none. What I desire is Christ, and all That he appoints for me. Befall What may, I would be his, above All others'." Joseph said, "And love? Could you, then, fall in love?" "I could," She said, "if Jesus calls it good." The silence was as full and deep And rich as any words might reap. "And you?" she asked. "I longed to see You ev'ry day in Galilee," He said. "And I the same your face," She said, "here in this frightening place."

Then Joseph asked, "Did Jesus make It plain to you the path we take, And where we are to bear his name The way we bore his lifeless frame Together to the grave? He told Me you would have a word. Be bold Now, Mary, tell me where we are To go." She said, "It will be far. Nor will we ever come again To Israel, he said, and when One of us dies, the other will Remain and do the mission till We lie together in the grave. He said that we should both be brave And travel to the island of Britannia and there to love The tribe of Iceni and show And teach them everything we know Of Christ."

And so the two were wed. They packed what they could use, and shed The rest among the poor, and sailed With Christ into a future, veiled, Three thousand miles away. Ten fruitful years went by, and they Were given two sons and a girl. "Two jagged diamonds and a pearl," They used to say, until one day, In winter time, God took it all away. They couldn't keep the children warm And all three died during a storm. And now her husband trembling lay, And Mary cradled him the way She had the Christ, and saw the face Of death. And when the final trace Of life was gone, before she said goodbye, She bowed her head and said, "Lord, why?" And this time Jesus answered, "Breath, Dear Mary, is a gift, and death, Its measure on the earth. Not so It is with life. Death does not show The measure of a life, not length, Nor breadth, nor depth, nor height, nor strength, Nor its effect in twenty years, Or centuries. All this appears In coming days, and finally In heaven, where no more you see Through smoke and glass. But this much I Will say: I mean to save, and by Your word convert, a pagan queen. And she will ask you if you've seen Or tasted loss. And when you tell Her of these days, the jaws of hell Will shut without her soul, because You still believe." A long, long pause.

Then Mary Magdalene replied, "You mean, O Lord, my husband died And all my children too, to free A pagan queen from hell? I see." She wrapped her husband in a shroud, And then she knelt, kissed him, and vowed: "I promise, since you can't remain, I will not let you die in vain."

Nor now, as we light candle two, Dare we to waste our grief, in view Of this: The loss is what we see, But seldom what the good may be. A man can know the fruit of breath; But only God the fruit of death.

Joseph of Arimathea, Part 2 - Revision history

Greetje: New page: {{info}}When all of Joseph's tears were spent,And all the secret love, long pentBehind the bars of fear, was loosed,And, like a swelling flood, reducedThis polished noblema...

Greetje: New page: {{info}}When all of Joseph's tears were spent,
And all the secret love, long pent
Behind the bars of fear, was loosed,
And, like a swelling flood, reduced
This polished noblema...