Saturday, April 3, 2010

Lent 40 (Holy Saturday)

Jesus. Jesus!
How could you leave us?
How could you let this happen?
Being with you was the most natural thing in the world
but now, now...
Now I would rather curl up into a cocoon
than face this day of uncertainty.
Jesus. Jesus!
I miss you.
The bluebells ring silently in mourning.
They miss you too.
Don't you see:
in the breath of a moment since your death
the wars have escalated
the poor have abandoned hope
the women have lost courage to knock on the judge's door.
No one stops anymore to care for a stranger
beaten and tattered by the side of the road.
No one knows how.
We rejected and ridiculed you,
but you chose to leave us.
You left.

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