Waiting in the Darkness
no
end in sight, only waiting alone
wondering
if the pandemic will hit us --
strike
our little corner of the world.
We
wait as Jesus waited first in the garden,
then
on the grueling climb to Golgotha,
finally
on the spiked cross of crucifixion
when
Jesus felt abandoned, deserted,
wrenched
beyond human dimension,
no
safety net, no last minute reprieve.
Our
darkness can be fecund as it was
for
Jesus, when all thought light had been
extinguished,
the resurrection broke through.
May
our darkness, our unknowing, no matter
how long, burst forth into a swath of health,
freedom from fear, and transformation
into renewed bearers of the Light.
how long, burst forth into a swath of health,
freedom from fear, and transformation
into renewed bearers of the Light.
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