These are they who have come out of the great ordeal;
they have washed their robes and made them white
in the blood of the Lamb.
Birthed through the great ordeal, all of us
are bathed in the life flowing through the Beloved’s veins,
washed clean in the love of pure self-giving,
all of us alike rinsed of our private pains,
our dignifying stains, bleached of excuse
that would set one apart from another.
Our forgiveness has cost so much pain,
and we have received and imposed so much,
no one wants any more hurt. We choose mercy.
We’ve too much grief to keen for any more blood
on these spotless robes. Dead to ordeal, raised to rest,
all of us washed as newborns, swaddled in white,
are at peace together
in the arms
of the Peace of Christ.
—May 10, 2019