That evening a man named Joseph came. He was a rich man from Arimathea who had become a disciple of Jesus. He came to Pilate and asked for Jesus’ body. Pilate gave him permission to take it. Joseph took the body, wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, and laid it in his own new tomb, which he
had carved out of the rock. After he rolled a large stone at the door of the tomb, he went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were there, sitting in front of the tomb.
- Matthew 27: 57-61
God of Suffering,
God of Sacrificial Love,
God of Redeeming Grace,
there are no more words,
for it is finished.
And while we know the rest of the story,
we pause this night to stay in the abyss where there is no light.
We listen for the new Jerusalem
to be born in us out of the womb and tomb of darkness.
Be with us, we pray,
through the night of letting go.