Christ Is Keeping His Shroud On

Christ is keeping His shroud on this go-around, just in case He coughs. Please follow His selfless example. 

He just shed His Corona de Cristo, mind you;
 knows suffering so you don't have to 
    k)no)w Death  / 
       was the plan  / 
          so stick to it  .

The Son of man is up in the woods, two metres from Thomas but a good block or more from Peter. A woodland block; a woodland metric block, by Christ.

Thomas is near enough to see the wounds, yet doesn't even peek. Turns out he's the true believer, see? In the truth, in truth.

At the peak of the Levantine hilly Apostle walk, risen as He is, Christ asks of the close-knit crew in their tightly woven face coverings, "Speak freely: where is Mary? Where is the anointer?"

Having caught up, heedlessly traversing a thicket of prickly bushes, arriving needlessly adorned with clinging reminders of the teacher's agony, New World Peter says "As she is female, and not worthy of the kingdom, I gave her wayward directions. We shan't be seeing her here, Lord Jesus."

"You," said the mapped Messiah, "are unfit even to mislead. You are dumb as a rock."
"In a Word," says Mary, right beside Him. They needn't distance, living together.