Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
*They compelled a passer-by, who was coming in from the country,
to carry his cross; it was Simon of Cyrene, the father of
Alexander and Rufus.*
—Mark 15.21
Hey, you. You. Take this.
* Deny yourself, take up your cross.*Bear the* c*rushing weight of
shame.
* You did not choose me; I chose you.*Feel the splintering pain,
the rough edge, his blood on you.
* Come to me, you who are weary.*
Shoulder to shoulder, hear him breathing.
* Take my yoke upon you.*
Torn open, he looks at you with those healing eyes.
* I will give you rest.*
Your pain swallowed in his, the world's.
* My yoke is easy; my burden is light.*
Common struggle, boundless. Who helps whom?
* No one has greater love than this...*
Where else could you be so near, so entwined?
* I am the vine; you are the branches.*What gift, this suffering,
so close, so one.
* Lo, I am with you always.*This blessing is unto death.
* When I am lifted up I will draw all to me. *
Deep Blessings,
Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
*Unfolding Light *
www.unfoldinglight.net
*March 31, 2021*
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