Fourteenth Station Jesus laid in the tomb Mark 15: 46,47 Gently, gently, let him down, help us lift his thorny crown. Wipe the blood from his face; he shall no longer be abased. Lay him upon a cloth of linen, let them pass, the weeping women; to anoint him as undefiled, their tender love, as to a child. “The pity of it, I, Joseph of Arimathea, could only do what was right so late. A disciple, but in secret, for fear of the Sanhedrin I had to placate. Yet I never consented to his death; instead, I sought permission from Pilate: to lay him to rest, in a tomb near here; its being new, it was the least I could do.” “For the love of him, I, Mary Magdalen, came here with his mother and others, to be with him – he who never sinned. More than knowing he was the Messiah, he taught me love – the blessing from above; and for that those men nailed him to a tree, for the truth, their blind pride could never see. I will follow with Mary, to his tomb.” Wrapped in linen, placed on a cart, his body is taken away, to the tomb where he will lie; while the others depart, the two women settle down; they will stay.