God of love and grief,
the Empire seems to have won.
Forces of domination
have crushed our hopes.
We weep. We mourn what is lost.
And we take sabbath time,
grave time, time to be, and not to do,
to let your grace be our only hope.
Crucified One, Holy Murdered One,
dead and buried God,
in the awful silence is the space
where your mystery gathers,
already moving
toward what is next.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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