Is this your invitation
to stand with you and weep,
we who were so busy have been paused,
all we can do is weep,
we cannot stand with those we love and serve,
we cannot hold their hands,
or soothe their brows
or even offer tea and sympathy….
and so we weep,
we weep for what is lost,
for those who are lost and losing
losing hope and loved ones,
we weep, feeling the burden of it
unable to lift it
except in prayer and salt sharp tears,
with groans that grind our souls,
joining the groans of all creation,
hoping, holding out love,
this too shall pass, but what cost,
and who pays?
and so we stand
inside the tomb and weep,
and wait to be called out to life…
oh come, oh come, unbind us….
what will we look like loosed?