Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Easter Wednesday

Easter Wednesday
The day he was known in the bread
The bread that was broken
And not until it was

They first spoke to him
Of broken hope
Along the road to anywhere
He called them slow of

Which gave them heartburn
Which they did not comprehend
Perhaps their hearts had not been slow
But rather withdrawn from

We protect our hearts
Lest they be broken more often
Than they are whole
Does this make us slow and

I confess to confusion
Does Easter Joy take away our pain
Our slow and broken hearts
Or are we not Eastered until we are

Shall our slow and broken hearts
Be burned into the rising
Is this how divine love works
There is always a death before the


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