He was alone now in the dark cave, the entrance sealed by the huge stone. Forgotten and forsaken by his Father, his devoted mother devastated by grief.
His eyes were shut, his cold body wrapped tightly in the scented linen cloth. For him, time stopped.
Early in the morning, all changed.
The stone moved back easily. The figure of Light entered and waited quietly.
The warmth gradually began to return to his body. His heart began to flutter and beat, the blood to flow again in his veins.
The linen cloth was removed from his face and head. His dark eyes flickered open and gazed upon the figure of Light.
Love, joy, peace, comfort and strength flowed over him. Anguish and torture were all forgotten.
When his body died, the blood stopped flowing. His body was washed and scented with myrrh and aloes before the linen cloth was wrapped. It did not then stick to his wounds but removed easily.
The marks of his wounds remained but the pain, fear, grief and desperation were gone.
With the linen wrapping gone he stepped out into the fresh morning air, stretching out in gratitude.
He was himself again, only more so.
The figure of light was kneeling at his feet in adoration. He put out his hand and raised him up.
The women would be here soon.