The Fragrance of This Dawn

What do you smell?
What fragrance kisses your nose this dawn?

Grief offers nights with no end, no sleep.
The memory of this early walk is no more.
Has exhaustion given way to sleep?
Are you now sleeping?
Surely, this is a dream.

The weight of your spices is forgotten.
Their aroma made impotent.
Prepared for the stench,
Reason cannot grasp this.
What do you smell?
What fragrance kisses your nose this dawn?

You stand alone at the entrance.
His body is no longer here.
You question your sight.
No cold corpse to touch.
Surely, this is a vision.

With your pulse racing,
you question yourself.
Your eagerness to serve leaves you
not knowing what to do?
What do you smell?
What fragrance kisses your nose this dawn?

You are indeed awake.
Early you came to prepare his body,
his lifeless body,
the body that is not here.
Where is the stench of death?

The other women arrive
before you gather yourself.
Stunned, they too share in this reality.
You hear each gasp.
What do you smell?
What fragrance kisses your nose this dawn?

Tell us Maryam,
What is the fragrance of  resurrection?