“And I, when I am lifted up from the earth,
will draw all people to myself.”
He said this to indicate the kind of death he was to die.
—John 12.32-33
From the earth,
the soil of our open sore,
lifted up on a cross,
on a hill of our piled up pain,
you endure our suffering,
borne up on the threads of our anguish,
drawing us into your broken heart.
No one suffers alone.
We are raised in grace
for which willingly
we are woven into the sorrow of the world,
gathered in you.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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