God is in the death.
Neither a genie nor a life insurance policy. God is in both the living and the dying. You and I don’t have to choose, we don’t have
to pretend that we are not crushed to the ground with grief when we are. We don’t have to lie about our fears,
insecurities, and despair. We don’t have
to rush to the light when the darkness is safely holding our tears, our sorrow,
our anguish. We can hang out with ourselves, our posse, our Higher Power (if we
have one) in between life and death. We
can hover there knowing in the liminal space there are gifts for us in between
the now and the now yet
Jacqui
Lewis, Fierce Love
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I remember as a child
I was always anxious for Easter to arrive
I loved the hunts for the gaily colored eggs
scattered around our huge yard
I loved the chocolate
(for easter was one of the few times we got candy)
seeing my mother and sister dressed up
hearing the songs
and the story
ah, the story
of victory
light over darkness
life over death
do not be afraid
why are you weeping
we are always anxious for Easter
for its resolution and its victory
and yet this is not an easter world
this is a world stuck on Good Friday
mired in the bleak emptiness of Saturday
when love appeared dead
caught in the great silence
the great absence
we sometimes forget
I think
Love was on the cross
Love was in the tomb
Love was there in the long silence that
seemed to stretch on forever (until the first day of the
week)
that God (Love) is in the chaos, and pain, and death
love is standing in the rubble of Mariupol
love is in the cancer ward
love is in the anxious hearts of that watch the planet
die
Love does not magically end authoritarianism
or banish greed
love does not take away the fear or the pain
but love stays
death is hard
life is at times unbearably difficult
we are left beaten
and breathless
but love stays
and we walk
painfully at times
hopefully at times
left foot, right foot, left foot
toward life
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