on the edge of Holy Week

I pause to look into the coming rush,

the words, the thoughts, the prayers,

the questions and the misunderstandings

that will follow throughout these days…

we grapple with the story afresh,

yet inevitably we bring our own assumptions…

So come Spirit of Christ,

enliven us as we take this path,

stir our spirits, give us fresh imaginations,

vital encounters,

hearts and minds willing to be among those

who would dare to fall

as a grain of wheat,

letting go of the what is that we cling to

so tightly, who even while knowing that

being open to resurrections possibilities

will be costly,

will be willing

to count the cost,

to pay the price….

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on the edge of Holy Week

I pause,

I pray….