"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, March 24, 2012

Crimson Tears...


                                    On the Cross
Betrayed
Beaten
Bloodied sacrifice
Hole in his side

The Son of Man


New Israel
New exodus
New freedom





The Fathers’ heart pierced...


Women weeping crimson tears


Scarlet like the harlot’s cord...



“Deep calls to deep…”
The dove hovering again over the sea of darkness
Gathering the remnant under her wings
Covering all with grace





New creation
New humanity

On the Cross
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