"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, May 5, 2012

The Dangling Cross...


I put the cross back around my neck today

Felt the weight of it

You hanging there ~ crimson tinged tears

Shadow of it ~ covering our hearts

Darkness of death

You…”a man of suffering, and familiar with pain…”

 You who “…was deeply moved in
spirit and troubled…”

You who, “…wept…”





You, “… making everything new!”

The cross dangling ~ touching my skin

My earthen vessel, this, “…jar of clay…”

Illuminated only by your resurrection ~ your life

Hope breathed onto the world from your mouth

Maranatha…

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