We go to the depths, yet our song lifts up to You. Aye, Alleluia. O where is your victory? Where, O death, where is your sting?” mjh
You go: to the Cross
Without Good Friday,we have no need for Easter.The Cross brings us home. mjh
You go: Buckets
Sap in the buckets rising as the season turns. Up from the mud, Life. mjh
You go: Sunshine
The winds have died down. Roaring surf pounds the breakers. We begin to breathe. Sunshine pierces through dark clouds. In all things, this too shall pass. mjh
You go: Sweeping in
Winds are increasing, sweeping in from stormy seas. Roots grow deeper now. Tall swaying trees are tested. Those that won’t bend, will topple. mjh
You go: Ashes
a fierce fire blazes throughout all eternity from the ashes, Love. Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return. mjh
You go: Changed
Forging new pathways, inevitably we’re changed. We grow into Light. mjh
You go: Reaching
On this side of dawn, the sun sets into first light. Endings beginning. We are reaching, in-between all of the darkness and light. mjh
You go: Lift up
Peace is in our hands.Our outstretched palms are holy.Lift up each other. mjh
You go: Turning
This day is over. The sun seems to be setting. Our world is spinning. Dawn is on the other side, all that is turning returns. mjh
