Grace and Peace to you.
Sometimes it happens that Good Friday
falls on the twenty-fifth of March,
for literalists who count such things,
nine months before Jesus’ birth:
the day Mary supposedly conceived.
This day of death and our great No
is the very day of Gabriel’s promise
and Mary’s great Yes. The very day.
You come among us,
Even as we fall away
you fall into us.
Even deep in our fear and rage
your seed opens.
You bless our failure,
make death into life,
our unsteady hearts
What is love
but your grace in our weakness?
In the darkness
and the cost of love,
both kinds of tears
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