He never, to the very end, refused
their love or denied her showy pride.
And she collapsed under the cross
in a gown of pain bejeweled with that
love’s most precious stones.
But then at the grave, when
she came in tears to anoint
him risen just for her, he
beautifully told her: No –
Only in their cave did she see
how, strengthened by his death,
he finally forbade her the comforting
oil’s anticipated touch to mold
from her the lover who no longer
bends to her beloved because
borne by enormous storms
she soars beyond his voice.
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