Sunday 8 April 2012

Pending The Dawn

Pending...

As disciples we wait..
Hidden at home.
Gathered together in depths of fear.
We mourn,
Reminisce, not knowing what will come next..
                           or how...
Despair sets in..
      Anguish as we remember..
  Anger.. Anger at the crowds jeering and cruel.
Anger - at the leaders of the synagogue which he loved..
At the political leaders Herod and Pontius who allowed this to happen;
Anger at Roman soldiers proud and fierce;
The system that usurps our lives to the very core of our beings.
Anger, strangely, at Jesus- for remaining quiet, for dying..
Then anger at our own..
...Judas whom we knew.
We ate slept and talked with him.
      How could he?
              How could we? ..
                       Why could we not see?..
What have WE done?
Oh the anguish of our own sin and sorrow...

Dawning 

Blush of first light
At dawning of newness of morn,
A sprout, urgent,pushing, trembling,      New.
Violent joy,
Trembling at the cusp of darkness
Bursting forth in newness of life-
Transformed by  LIGHT
The LIGHT, holy and bright-
The dawn of God,
Making all things new.
Heaven transforming earth
Transforming peace-
A peace that the world cannot give,
A peace from the newness of resurrected life
                 Quivering pulsing, transforming life
                  Descends like the kiss of
                             Butterfly wings,
I stand in awe at the empty tomb.
A joy, rippling,
                sparkling and pure bursts forth,
              like the dawn of new love...
forever newness of life
                Transforming me.

Inspired by the words of Pierre Teilhard De Chardin
"In the shadow of death, may we not look back to the past but seek, in the utter darkness the dawn of God". 




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