Post N. 20 (see previous posts)
Night had fallen. Every blow of wind had died away and a peaceful gloom had set upon the land.
Even the trees seemed to have taken up a mournful attitude, their branches drooping sadly in mortal sorrow. It was the first night after Jesus’ execution, and the rays of a dusky-red moon cut through the thick mist that enveloped every thing.
Anya, Mary Magdalene and the other women were praying together. They kept praying tirelessly until the last hour of the Sabbath, then they walked to Jesus’ tomb carrying spices to anoint his body. They found the tomb empty and the stone that secured its entrance removed. It was dawn and the sun was rising out of darkness.
Mary Magdalene was the first one to see the risen Jesus.