Was ever thus,
when the pilgrim came from
the sea,
fearing the return.
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They stayed in a
still small island
listening for the
thin place and
—
finding only birds
and the rolling waves,
filling the air
with music,
when they looked for
—
God. In the waiting
they smile at flowers
nodding in the bee breezes
and glower at the dark clouded horizon.
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Slowly time slipped by and the shore
filled and emptied to a rhythm
set by the Spirit,
and the pilgrim
picks driftwood
as a memory.
Holy Saturday
Hushed was the garden where he lay,
birds silently watched and soft wings
of many hued butterflies flit to and fro
alight on the stone as if they could
prise it open and find their Lord within.
—–
In Bethany tears flowed, work stopped,
food untouched, and shocked bodies
slumped,, and talking tried to find a way,
to think of life without his being there
and the failure of all that he promised.
—-
The eye of the storm lay over Jerusalem,
as the leaders rejoiced in their victory
and enjoyed their power and Passover,
feasting and worshipping their man made
God of power, abuse and bloody sacrifice.
—
Within the tomb Jesus lay,
God holding his broken body close,
together they caused an abundance of love
that would heal a broken world and seal
the promise of hope again.
Waiting in the sun breathed stone, the candle
flame flickering in the breath of the minds that
flew to realms unmet, unknown. Fear
filled my heart as I watched the glow of light
illuminating the darkness within me.
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I saw those things,
I hide from others,
as stark and grasping.
Their noisy voices overwhelmed me
and I cried out wounded by sharp knives.
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It rests on me. A touch, like the
caress of a gentle, warming breeze.
My heart stills and time slows,
the boundaries of my flesh dissolve
and the solid worn sofa beneath
softens and fades, I am because God is.
There eternity holds me. And I,
aware of being for that moment
in grace, opened myself to that
kindling I sought,
something that
brought me
the comfortable
knowledge that
somehow somewhere a
being rests on us,
sheltering us with
lit love.