Jesus of the struggle,
You never promised ease:
yours the pained heart; ours the pained hearts too.
You promised life in the hustle and bustle
of the everyday
Meet us in the tussle
so that we may find energy
to keep going.
Meet us with rest too.
You needed it;
we do too.
Amen
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sky pale blue frosted with cold
that deep down into the bone
cold
that freezes and immobilizes
my soul joins creation in this frozen place
the bitter coldness that deports an immigrant child
and erases the history of a people
the hardness that cannot feel the pain
of others
winter is cruel
and so too the winter of our resentment
and fear
the sun kisses the snow
gently at first then more insistent
white turned to gold
a touch of warmth
a ray of hope
nibbling at the edges of my frozenness
softening
Ah, Sacred,
Thank you for those glimmers of light
for those gentle ways you touch me
your presence does not ease the pain
it does not change the reality
of the cold desolation
but it matters
that you meet me here
giving me enough hope, joy, peace
and yes, love
to keep going
it seems as if it is always winter
never spring
but under the frozenness
lies a world of wonder
waiting to be born again
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