
Today, brothers and sisters of the Jesus-named faith, You must stop and hear the still of death The Holy One takes in no oxygen and blood does not flow Flesh grown cold Still, you and I, be still If you must move, let it be a mourning dance If you must reverberate, a groaning trance Today we re-member death’s hard truth a day of finitude, of lonely tears and deep longing for what is gone And death, people of Jesus, is today’s purpose sitting, prostrating, falling, being thrown or carefully placed into a tomb The One who loved, who spoke… Read the full post








