a muted alleluia

Posted on April 22, 2019 by Sally C

with washed feet

I come,

to the shadow of

your cross

I come,

holding my doubt and confusion

before me, before you…

I see hurt,

I see pain, (again)

as the world cries alleluia.

I cry hope,

and why,

and what if….

I cry alleluia too, but,

may my cries be muted,

please, for all that is

incomplete in me,

for all that is incomplete?

I have doubted and feared,

I have doubts and fears,

I am not yet whole enough

to cry “he is risen”

… while I know it

I don’t yet know it…

so bring Easter softly to me….

may I bring Easter softly to you,

in hope of wholeness?

Across the peaks, Win Hill, Mam Tor ad the Ridge-way, and the Kinder Plateau behind

About Sally C

How do I describe myself, I am not what I do, (I am a Methodist Minister), I am not who I am related to (I have 5 wonderful children, 2 lovely granddaughters and 2 lovely grandsons). I am a seeker truth, a partaker of life in all it's fullness and a follower, sometimes stumbling, sometimes celebrating of the Christian pathway. I seek wholeness, joy and a connectedness to all things through a deep reconciliation with the God whose love blows my socks off! I love walking, swimming and photography, I dabble with paint and poetry...
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