Mystery
open us
to your mystery
of love.
Open us
as you
were opened for us
in love.
God of all
being
Reaching out your hand
in love
May we take
the hand
extended, open
for us.
And may we
offer
the same extended
love, all.
Amen.
Crossposted on RevGalBlogPals and SeekingAuthenticVoice
2 comments:
I would like to share with you an Easter poem that I wrote.
Easter Spirit
Easter Spirit knows pain,
pain more intense than we ever imagined possible,
physical, emotional, spiritual, psychological.
Easter Spirit knows how it feels-
to feel completely abandoned and alone,
afraid to stay, afraid to leave,
depressed, desolate, more dead than alive.
Easter Spirit knows surprise,
the surprise of new life in ways never dreamed,
previously unbelievable ways.
Easter Spirit lives in hope, and faith, and love,
with courage not to hide the wounds,
but to reveal them that others may caress and anoint us,
that others may also come to know
that the sense of isolation is the evil one's delight
and one of the greatest deceits of this world.
Easter Spirit breathes easy, fresh
and beats a heart of gentle being,
acceptance, patience, quiet dancing,
tears like spring rain.
Welcome Her.
You can.
Welcome Her.
Choose to be an Easter People.
You can.
Welcome Her
and all She offers.
Lush prayer and gorgeous poem.
Thank you both.
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