for long has the seed lain in the soil biding its time; long has the bud held back from opening and long have our spirits languished awaiting our resurrection moment
In a year of fear and anxiety
we have come through darkness
traveled unclear and unknown paths;
we have withdrawn
starved our souls for the touch
of friends and family.
We have lost much.
We have lost many.
We have lost our way.
Our faces have been turned towards the setting of
hope and the clouding of our horizons
for long has the seed lain in the soil biding its time; long has the bud held back from opening and long have our spirits languished awaiting our resurrection moment
the sacred scripts tell us
that the Son of God
and the Child of Mary
arose from a tomb on the third day.
The Christ in us will not arise
unless we take the first
and most important step
To reach up and out
like the sprouting green grass of the prairie
Stretching towards the light
Thus claiming our own resurrection
for long has the seed lain in the soil biding its time; long has the bud held back from opening and long have our spirits languished awaiting our resurrection moment
So then let us welcome resurrection
like any loving act of redemption
a redemption song
singing us towards the light
renewing us daily.
And as we gain our footing
let us share resurrection with each other
Throwing off the old
shrouds of this chaotic year and
turning our faces to a rising hope,
let us find and turn toward resurrection.
Turning…. always turning, towards the light
for the seed did sprout out of the soil; the bud ceased holding back and flowered, our spirits need languish no more
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