Monday of Holy Week
It’s the long stretch into it
the thought of all those calendars
still in the mind of God
like unborn children
waiting to be called forth in love and trust
and into flesh and blood.
Life’s call that pulls you
won’t let you sleep
for the loneliness that you can’t run from anymore
Jesus!
To be with your Father
to love and suffer
ache and wander off by yourself to the high places
the holy mountains
and back again
where the crowds devour you
and crucify a man
whose life already has been given.
Love the man says
love is the long stretch
the crazy hope
the pain and the scream
the loneliness
the life already given
hanging there by nails.
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