Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
Even as the golden dust of the resurrection falls,
settling on our shoes like heaven's pollen,
as we look up at angels receding,
as the exuberant news echoes in our hearts,
even now, stepping into new lives
of joy and gratitude,
our hearts are broken,
we lament... we are silent... we scream.
Injustice continues its hungry rounds,
death is granted permission to hunt on our grounds.
Another shot rings out.
We cry out. How long, O Lord?
But we don't cry alone.
The song rises—the sorrowful, courageous song,
the hymn of gentle defiance,
still flows through the throats of the faithful.
This,
this wounded garden, this is the very place of resurrection.
We who have died and been raised are not afraid
to cry out, to be silent, to listen, to act, to sing.
We will do justice, and love kindness, and walk humbly with God.
We will no longer be afraid
to do justice, to love kindness, to walk humbly with God.
Even in the lingering darkness we are not afraid.
For Christ is rising. Christ is rising indeed.
Deep Blessings,
Steve
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
*Unfolding Light *
www.unfoldinglight.net
*April 13, 2021*
Donate to <https://www.unfoldinglight.net/donate> Unfolding Light
Discuss this on Facebook <http://www.facebook.com/unfoldinglight>
Subscribe <//www.freelists.org/list/unfoldinglight> to Unfolding Light
Visit the Web site <http://www.unfoldinglight.net/>
*Too much Light? To get one collection weekly instead of daily, **write me
<unfoldinglight@xxxxxxxxx>.*
*To completely unsubscribe send an email here
<unfoldinglight-request@xxxxxxxxxxxxx?subject=unsubscribe> with
“unsubscribe” in the Subject.*(*To change your address, unsubscribe from
the old one and subscribe with the new one.*)
