a way in the wilderness

This is my body, broken:
pierced and bleeding, shrouded
in darkness and alone

Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?

Father-forsaken, the Light recedes.  
Rocks cry out, the curtain tears,
brave women do not flee.

This is my Body, broken:
my radiant Church lies 
pierced and bleeding, wounded 
by friendly-fire burn

This sickness shall not end in death

The dead are raised, the blind will see and 
you, love, shall be healed (only say the Word).
You are No Longer Deserted, re-created, 
the very image of God

See, I am making a way in the wilderness,
streams in the wasteland

Hephzibah, my delight: rend your heart 
and not your garments. Rend your heart 
and not your brother. Every blood
soaked strand is fuel for the fire

Take off the grave clothes

Put on the new self and arise. Only
love will bind my Church in perfect unity.
Bind up the brokenhearted and return 
to me, the Spirit poured-out-still.

There is one Body and one Spirit; to 
one hope were you called. At 
one Table we celebrate your redemption

As the Father has sent me, so I am sending you

I Am the Word, calling 
life from formless void.
I Am the Truth, revealing
the invisible God is Love.

Unbound, embody your blessing:
light up the darkness, Beloved.

Do this in remembrance of me

Reworked from the archives, for weary hearts. Image: purolipan

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