The Pilgrimage of The Myrhhbearers

Tomorrow, Easter again,
for Greek, Antiochian,
Orthodox. Next, Bright
Week, when those who 
pass past candles last, their 
breath captured in glass, 
will fly straightaway to 
Paradise. No passing Go, no 
admission tickets requested,


instead a one way concert of 
chanting in close alcoves
for even the non religious 
family left standing
at the soft pink casket 
where the lilies
reach


toward the adopted ones and
the short & tall grand
sons. Door standing 
open. This past week, 
three women, two I knew
and one I didn't, tiptoed
without aid of chair or tubes
into roles of three 


like Marys reincarnate
running down the hill
with no one to tell.
Their quiet misunderstood;


Heaven.