While they were deep in discussion,
Jesus approached incognito and went along with them.
‘What are you talking about?’ he asked.
They stood there, distressed.
Luke 24: 15-17
During these difficult days, what deep concerns do you carry?
we need others to help find our bearings,
for burdens shared are halved.
And good grief work,
a communion of sorrow and sadness,
unearths hard-won wisdom.
But first we must grieve
what is lost,
acknowledge what is broken
so that in the morning of mourning
hearts and lives can crack
and poured-out pain becomes love.
Unless we transfigure pain, we transmit it.Richard Rohr
Each loss breaks to remake us
within this lovely shadow
where Holy One abides.
Thus, healing starts
with the humble admission,
of a heart’s desire for wholeness.
And deep transformation goes mostly unseen
till unexpected life resurges,
changed and still familiar.
This grief leads to goodness;
the salve in salvation, the return of redemption,
the resurgence called resurrection.
Grieving together readies
the road to resurrection,
proposing no escape from trial or tears,
but promising a wide-wounded welcome,
in solidarity with tangible sufferings
and alienations all.
What would you harvest from heartache and painBernadette Miller
if you understood loss as a way to regain
the never-forsaken terrain of belonging?
As we listen to uprisings
whispered in the
winds of change,
to sighs of loss, cries of pain
that blow through us and around,
clouded eyes clarify to gaze afresh
at living lessons in abundant display
in the school of Creation.
and to the last,
gardeners all are we.
Downfall to uprise;Joe Grant
that recycles life.
Can you hear
the springtime song
Season of lightening days,
of preparing for planting,
of overturning land and exposing underlay,
of soil softening with showers,
of furrowing ground
for sowing and growing,
spring is hard to ignore.
Hopelessly distracted, sterile souls struggle
to remain impervious to its salacious allures.
As migrants wing
on warmer winds,
milder nights begin to buzz
with the chirping meditations
of an insect chorus,
soon to be decorated with
of dancing fireflies looking for love.
In our own way
we cooperate with
this irrepressible springtime arrival
that breaks through
to welcome us back
into wider wellbeing and broader belonging;
into wild, wonderful congregation.
Pressed and squeezed out of loss
this balm for heart and eye
has powerful transformative properties.
Christ has no body but yours,Teresa of Ávila
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world.
and openhearted intention
to un-blinker vision,
dismantle fences from minds,
so newness can re-baptize us
with its penetrating
look of love.
We need not look far for resurrection.
Ultimately it depends on
what we are looking for and where we search.
Grieving grace ever abounds
as the wounded, holey Christ
hangs everywhere around.