He breathed on them the scent 
of grave-clothes, myrrh, and aloes, 
the stench of forgiveness; 
I imagine that smells of olive oil 
pressed from the groves in the Garden 
of Gethsemane, drowning out with unction 
the fetor of betrayal and blood. 

All day long they shed the reek 
of that “Peace be with you” 
behind them like a trace 
for the dogs to follow.

“Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have come to believe.” John 20:29b

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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