Our community recently suffered a tragic, tragic loss. The following are but words, but words that flow out of sorrow in death and tenacious hope birthed in community that is grounded in our faith. To the One who taught us how to live brokenly whole.
a mother heaves and shrieks and groans into being
that she did not knit together
and yet, somehow, she did
with one lusty cry, heaven gifts an imperfectly
thrashing clay of bone and sinew and
blood and flesh
brand new and yet, already growing in
and we rejoice with throats full of fear and hearts
made of terrible wonder.
and we wonder, for the first of a million times
How do we protect?
How do we grow?
How do we teach?
How do we help?
we do not know. so we pray that
would do what we cannot do.
and somewhere, somehow,
children that we did not push
into this world with our own
heaving and shrieking
become ours too.
because it takes a community
to grow a life.
crying and laughing in rhythms that sometimes
bring us to our knees
together even in silence
imperfectly perfect clay
pots of bones and sinew and heart and
stuck together and moving as the body of Christ.
a love song in the scream of our silent tears
and YOU, you are faithful to birth our life
and write our moments of eternity and
us together as community and walk with us
tenacious FATHER who is ours orchestrating
seeing, embracing, breathing life into us stubbornly
so that we are never unheard.
tenaciously present in our
exhale in our
our sorrow in our
going in our
death in our
discovering how to live
as the beautiful body that is broken and groaned into being so that the
grace flows and lasts forever.