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Arthur Darby Nock

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And every common bush afire with God;
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Elizabeth Browning



Thursday, February 27, 2025

In the struggle

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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